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Jul 2022
I had forgotten how fast paced
And out of sync, I was becoming.
I had led myself to toxic thoughts
And broken sentiments

But I found myself here
After a while of trying to find
or fall into place with the hoards

But,
What I once thought were tall structures
And happy, unpained faces
Were a reflection on the lonely
And blinded people
Amidst me.

I think I have found out
Even if just the slightest bit
Where my shelter is.
Written by
Jasmine  28/F
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