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Jun 2013
She sits on the shower floor
behind a locked door.
She looks at her distorted face,
on the faucet.
And she know's she's lost it.
She screams in the air,
"do you know how it feels for no one to care?"
she angrily grips her hair.
She's lost it she swears.
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