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Jun 2020
bricks on my chest as I sleep
I’m not fond of you but I keep,
Caring about what you say
You aren’t me at the end of the day
I’ll be the girl with the broken neck
Standing in your corridor
At the end of your bed
In your head
Stop stop stop
Be real
Listen to her weep
Maybe you then will realise
But probably not
Emilia B
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Emilia B  21/F/Durham
(21/F/Durham)   
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