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Aug 7
Slowly rotting
Slowly dieing
The signs are there
No one looks
No one cares
I reach out
Get pushed away
Hold my mask
I'll die one day
No tears will be shed
No sorrow to be found
When I'm finally
6 feet under ground
Stacy Mills
Written by
Stacy Mills  Michigan
       yasaman johari, Karin, Imran Islam, Dor and Colm
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