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Feb 7
I could be a happy song,
a breeze through your hair
a breath of fresh air
but I can't right your wrongs

I can teach you how to sing,
to live a life wild and free
I'll reveal to you the beauty
that waits in corners,
hiding

because it's the little things
the sweet, sweet nothings
that mean everything

when you learn to see,
come and walk with me
Veronica
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Veronica  18/F
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       Nylee, Amy Childers, Aishu, Weeping willow and lumen
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