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May 2
It’s freezing
I’m dying
My lips are cracking throughout
My nose won’t stop running
And that ******* kid has the room key
If he could just answer his phone
I’d have time to grieve
Instead of this ****
Written by
Sean Maloney  16/M
(16/M)   
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