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Aug 2010
I lost a part of me; the part that made me whole
I have the milk, I have the cereal, but somehow I  lost the bowl
The pen I write with seems to have run out of ink
So what is the point of using this pen again when it is just a broken link
Written by
Hannah Benchetrit
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