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Aug 2020
I've been there before
but how to describe it?
outside doesn't matter
inside is where it happened
punctured with some poison
what could have started the war?
I can’t sleep at night
knowing I've bitten down that door

swallowed by the air
still shouting for my life
I wonder if we’ll lose

I think it’s a knife

I think it’s some leather
It’s coming alive
We stop for a second
an internal and external battle with suicide.
Written by
Jewel  20/F
       Imran Islam, Travis Green, X, --- and Melanii
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