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Jun 2015
every day it seems similar
as yesterday
pondering how it felt before
before the change i took

my eyes dont capture the beauty no more
whats the point in going through every day
i dont know
but i wont stop
in trying to find joy
in smaller things

its not same as it was before
who am i  now

no answer comes to my mouth
REAL
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