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SWebster May 2020
I’m not happy.
I want to cry and crumple.
To scream.
But where is the point?
The day is the same, the air remains and the birds still screech.
So I stay silent.
No voice given to the devastation inside.
Ava Valentine Oct 2015
I've lost my pieces,
they're scattered all around
I've lost my pieces,
and they're nowhere to be found

I've stopped looking,
there's no point wishing...*

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*could someone piece me back again?
Ava

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