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Jan 2021
Slowly I fall closer into that hole
I've lost grip of that branch, which was keeping me above it all.
My fingers digging into the dirt as every day goes by
more tear drops begin to fall
more thoughts fill my head
and more pain fills my heart as my body sinks into the hole.
Deanna
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Deanna  18/F/Canada
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     sankavi, Bogdan Dragos and Imran Islam
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