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Dec 2016
Trapped in this hell
Look through the hole
I don't remember when
This nightmare began
It must have been summer
Or winter, who cares!
I just want to bury myself
No one will find me again
Leave me  alone!
Don't reach out and help me
My hell is my only companion
The one who's been there
Since that summer...
Or was it winter?
Christina Gotsina
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Christina Gotsina  45/F/Montreal
(45/F/Montreal)   
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