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Aug 2017
Everything seems blue.
Not the pretty blue kind,
that you see in the sky during a summer day.
Not the kind that reminds you of all the joys in life.
The one that leaves you in awe.

The kind that makes you feel every sorrow of the world.
That deep blue that makes you question yourself.
Every little thing reminds me of my failures
and pains and makes me feel such a deep blue.
Liz Carlson
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Liz Carlson  19/F
(19/F)   
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