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

I'm a simple chair ,
i'll hold you until you declare

i wait for your return ,
my purpose lies in 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 throw me away.
Written by
Ahlam  18/F
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