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Aug 15
No more numbers
These cries into the night
Unheard gunshots
And fatal consequences
That drowned out the light

A mind so broken
Pieces scattered along the  floor
Another statistic
Lost away
And all we ever do
Is watch the blood poor
To the woman who took her life, and everyone said it was normal
Irelyn Thorne
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Irelyn Thorne  15/F/Find me with an earbud in
(15/F/Find me with an earbud in)   
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