Cope by Grace Miridian

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18h

Cope

I’m struggling, I need a way to cope
Glide through my skin like paper
Smoke into my lungs, sweet vapor
You can only see my pain through a microscope

Written by

Grace Miridian 16/F/USA

(16/F/USA)

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