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1d
every lie,
is a knife.
cut through the vines we took so long to grow,
like a limb,
severed with no medication
or a bomb,
set for detonation,
patiently waiting,
set to destroy us from the inside out.
Written by
olivia  17/F/missouri
(17/F/missouri)   
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   Emma and Liana
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