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May 25
I wake up every morning,
With a weight i cannot see.
No one placed it on my shoulders,
Yet it drags me to my knees.

I have no reason to feel this way,
No tragedy, no great despair.
But emptiness surrounds me,
A silent, heavy air.
Lily
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Lily  17/F
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     Dorothea Daisy, unnamed, R and nivek
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