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Nov 2020
Oh just a sculpture on display.
I was made by no ones name.
A nobody, an unknown.
I can't talk but I could hear,
getting judged by exterior.
Hurtful judgments, I'm not a well made sculpture.
But all I can do is just listen all day,
but how I wish I could show and say.
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Nilia Loh
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Nilia Loh  18/F
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