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Jan 2023
I feel so far removed from the carefree days of my youth
From when the wind brushed my face
I could smile without feeling an ache inside
Now our souls have become dark
My aura is charcoal
Clear waters have become blood stained
My disappointment runs deeper than a bottomless pit
And I still don't have the answers
sean achilleos
2023-01-17
Sean Achilleos
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Sean Achilleos  50/M/Southern Africa
(50/M/Southern Africa)   
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