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Apr 1
All the words I want to say
Balled up, I throw away
Because at the end of the day
It doesn't matter anyway
What will it change if I were to say
The things in my chest, boiling away
Coiled up, as if it were to say
I am going to explode any day
Mimi Hachiko
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Mimi Hachiko  26/F/Chicago
(26/F/Chicago)   
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