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Apr 7
A sewing needle pulls a red string
Taut against the flesh of my lips
By my own hand I am bound
From my mouth nothing slips
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It's so hard to say anything that means everything. More often than not I resort to saying nothing and that's much worse. Someone tell me how not to be scared of everything.
Written by
Zoe G  17/F
(17/F)   
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     vb, rick, Lostling and Lumin Guerrero
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