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Sep 2017
Trying
I fall to the ground,
with all hope lost.
I traded my dreams,
but at what cost?
Everyday the darkness descends,
Head bowed down,
I try to repent.
Written by
Maria Christina Lobo  26/F
(26/F)   
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