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Aug 2020
It’s as I’m being chased
But I can hardly run
Just as my lungs give out
I pray it’s close to done

I seem as I’m freezing cold
But I’m dripping in my seat
My chest tightens up
And now I can’t feel my feet

I feel as I ran a race
My body can hardly stand
But you reassure me
And quickly grab my hand

You told me you would stay
And said you’d stop the pain  
I said you can try  
But it’s all in my brain
Amanda Ricci
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Amanda Ricci  19/F/Jersey
(19/F/Jersey)   
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       solEmn oaSis, --- and Aubrey
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