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Freja Jep Jan 2019
I can't sleep
I can't think
I can't eat
I can't live

Or maybe I just don't want to


I can't play guitar
I can't draw
I can't edit
I can't read

Or I'm just not good enough at doing it
- Freja Jep
I wrote this on a sad day.
Freja Jep Jan 2019
It slides down my cheek,
The tear,
That single tear,

My eyes starts pouring,
Water,
Salty, Water

It hits my mouth,
I can taste it,
The salty water.
- Freja Jep

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