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Feb 2020
Agh
i can't find my scissors
they're lost in my room
room full of stuff
there is barely any room
i don't have any glue
so scissors are important
i cut stickers
papers
my hair
and when i'm angry
i can cut **** up
where the **** are my scissors
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Mahati  18
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