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Dec 2020
we taught ourselves to lie,
and always hide our pain,
the elders keep us locked up,
depression on our chains,
we keep our sadness bottled up,
and cry when we're alone,
so how are we the bad ones,
when we don't know where to go?
R L
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R L  17/F
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