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Oct 2020
I write my pain.
Every word is a tear.
I cut through the paper
With a pen
Instead of my wrists
With a knife.
Replacing my blood
With rhymes and lines.
A poem is born as I end my life.
Written by
Cassandra Stevenson  18/F/I'm here, and CA
(18/F/I'm here, and CA)   
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     Dimitris, Palpebra and Cassie
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