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Jun 2014
You
I had this thought,
that you were what kept me alive.
But little did I know,
every
        little
               thing
                    you
                        said
      ­                      was
                                slowly
­                                     killing
                                           **me.
Isabel
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Isabel  22/F
(22/F)   
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