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Sep 2020
The green bridge
Standing so tall
Hanging over me
While I lean over the edge
Turning around
And there is no where left to go
No one to call
Who could hear me
Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be
Maybe this is supposed to be how it ends
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Fry  16/M
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     Ayesha, Autumn and atticus wilson
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