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So many strings Unorganized things Colors on beings Pertains feelings. What a dark night Objects seem blur to my sight I am walking down the labyrinth With small light, I have no hint. I am in search of something I can't really recall what is that thing I kept walking This is worrying. I am lost... I can't remember which way I wish to return at any cost. Let us call that a day.
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
Entangled
So many strings Unorganized things Colors on beings Pertains feelings. What a dark night Objects seem blur to my sight I am walking down the labyrinth With small light, I have no hint. I am in search of something I can't really recall what is that thing I kept walking This is worrying. I am lost... I can't remember which way I wish to return at any cost. Let us call that a day.
Kyohi_Hana
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17/F/Philippines
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
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