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Oct 2021
Wash me with snow, hail and water
maybe then, I'd feel pure
maybe then, my cravings would crawl away
maybe then, my sins would sway away

and perhaps then I could unstitch my lips
and let out the years held of silence
the writing is difficult.
We feel so much
yet so little to write
so much thoughts but difficult to put in words
Written by
Yasin  16/M
       Aishu, Ciel Noir, Eloisa, Mary Anne Norton and Autumn
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