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Sep 2013
A girl with glass eyes
sits sobbing on the stairs
we've asked her to leave
but she only whispers back
"I'm not here."
I'd try harder to make her go,
but when I get closer
it is then that I see
the glassy eyed girl is me.
Ripley Shaine
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Ripley Shaine  21/F
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