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4d
Everyday I was in my room
Faltered play, not eating food
All these years, thought hidden well
How could you never tell?

hesitation when the day was to start
lessened elation to the arts
All these times, stuck in my shell
How could you never tell?

My messy ways, hair un-groomed
Everyday my stresses loomed
In this pit, so far I’ve fell
Please say to me that you could tell

confusion lit up in your face
The delusion that I’m not okay
Surely, it would ring a bell
What was there ever to tell?
Pippa Christie
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Pippa Christie  18/F
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