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Nov 2021
the ****** took your mind
bouts of rage and tiny pupils
midnight FaceTime calling
no help, you are falling
track marks and empty staring
my heart is tearing
Written by
Lulu  22/F
     Aaron, Indeed, Bryan, Aishu and SkyeWolfe
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