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Mar 2021
Your name still stings my tongue
Like an early morning coffee
These mornings feel more difficult to overcome
Most days i stay in bed
Nursing my battle scars from the night before
I cant remember a time when it didn't sting to shower
As i think of you
A gentle teardrop rolls silently down my face
Im left to think
When did it all go wrong
:(
Written by
Molly Shewan  17/F/N, Yorkshire
(17/F/N, Yorkshire)   
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