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Aug 2020
something is tearing,
something that i can’t see.
i can tell you of the pain,
that living is no certainty
but apparently everyone else feels the same.
they are still here though, aren’t they?
Written by
Miles Graves  20/M/a decade that evaded me
(20/M/a decade that evaded me)   
81
   Autumn
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