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Jul 2013
I wake up,
I never sleep

I fill my lungs,
I never breathe

I move my lips,
I never speak

Broken pipes that never leak

I open eyes,
I cannot see

I spire thoughts
I cannot teach

I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen

Outside you see happiness
on the inside theres nothing,

but tortured souls that cannot glisten
Written by
Zoella  Australia
(Australia)   
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