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Mar 2020
You and I
We have a tight connection.
When you appear
I run to my protection.
You beat me there
And beat me down, unbending.
My silent scream
A daily cross, unending.
If your life is made up of bad days, does that mean you have a bad life?
Written by
Corrinne Shadow  22/F
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