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Jun 14
I don't have the heart
to tell myself
that this is not real.

Brain safe inside it's
skull.
Heart secure behind it's
ribs.
The sleeping parts of myself.
I owe you so much.
anna
Written by
anna  17/F/Scotland
(17/F/Scotland)   
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