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May 2020
As I step on this bridge
I thought it was holding on
One by one it starts to fall
It was supposed to help
But it was unstable
Seeing everything Falling into the water
All those memories fall to
You try to pick them up
But that's  not good enough
You didn't want it to brake
But it did
As you try to fix it
It not the same
You just want the
Bright Red Bridge
To hold on
But it was already crossed the line
And
It
S
T
O
P
E
D
     -RLC
Written by
Rebekah Crews  21/F
(21/F)   
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