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Jan 2017
when you're stuck
and reaching up,
knowing that everyone
who walks past
is pretending not
to see the
desperation
in your eyes
i hate this place. i wish i could be done with it.
Alvira Perdita
Written by
Alvira Perdita  20/F/South Africa
(20/F/South Africa)   
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