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Jan 8
I'm a simple chair ,
I'll hold the pressure of what you wear

I'm a simple chair ,
I hold your weight , yet you're unaware

I wait for your return ,
my purpose fades beneath your spurn

weight me down with what you hold ,
ill break down from all I've been told

I'm a simple chair ,
one day you'll leave me - beyond repair
Written by
Ahlam  18/F
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