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Jun 2020
Every time I hear a car outside my window
I think it’s you
My stomach churns.
I wish the whole year was erased
I wish I stayed home with my sister
I wish I was in her arms
I wouldn’t be suffering
I wouldn’t be punching my screen
I wouldn’t be dying inside
You’re killing me.
Emilia B
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Emilia B  21/F/Durham
(21/F/Durham)   
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