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Jan 2020
the burdens weigh heavy,
and women cry in the streets,
this is a world broken by many,
one where children don't eat.
the downtrodden are giving up,
men dream of war in their sleep,
the one percent are ******,
and it all weighs on me.
i'm in my feelings tonight
going to a club for the first time
hope i don't die

update; anxiety got the better of me
didn't go and look, i'm still alive
D
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D  25/Canada
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