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Jul 2014
I have been at war.
I'm sorry I've never written you.
The weapons we use are our minds.
Our survival, it's our destruction.
The only gun driven into our skull is the one we hold.
I have battle scars and healing wounds, they were left by nobody other than myself.
Someone drowned last night, he was thinking too much.
We learnt how to make nooses and how to use them.
Emily Archer
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Emily Archer  20/F
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