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Apr 2020
No one understands me,

Not that they ever would.

They make me feel stupid,

I would certainly tell them if I could.

People try to copy me,

And it makes my teeth grind,

That I am treated differently,

Because I am a mime.
Be different and respect different people.
Kenedie
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Kenedie  16/F
(16/F)   
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     Rachel Lady Durand and JD
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