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Aug 2017
What days really
C o u n t   in our  l i v e s ?
Would I even reach
A year or a month?
How about a week?
And then, I wonder why
I already lived for two decades
Yet it felt like:
I   a m   n o t  e v e n    b o r n   y e t.
And despite the realization,
My hands and feet are still
Incapacitated by self-induced
L  i  m  i  t  a  t  i  o  n  s  .
Blessed Regalia
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Blessed Regalia  Middle Earth
(Middle Earth)   
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