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Oct 2013
I am cynical
I am lost
I tie anchors to my feet
and complain when I drown
I am clingy, corrupt
I need so many people
yet I push them away
when they get too close
I am broken
I am scarred
I build my walls
and I tear them down
I'm lonely, tired, sad
I am a mess.
Make sense of me?
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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