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Jul 2020
the newspaper and i have something in common

overtime, we are forgotten about
overtime, we begin to decay
overtime, the sun beats down on us
overtime, we are torn apart piece by piece
overtime, there will be nothing left.
inspired by the newspaper that has been sitting in my neighbor’s driveway for over 2 months lol.
Written by
natalie  18/F/ohio
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