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Aug 2020
I have no home,
I have no shoes,
My parents are out
Drinking *****,
I struggle to stay upright,
My bones are weak,
My lungs are tight,
Mortal hell,
Living is a chore,
A corpse on the streets,
Nothing more.
First poem.
Madeline
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Madeline  13/F
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   Imran Islam
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