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Oct 2017
Just sitting here wondering what the point is in breathing
In loving
In existing
In being with you
Time of which we don't have
Touch of which we don't feel
Words of which we barely speak
Why are we worlds      away?
Wrong timing.
Alexandra Faith
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Alexandra Faith  21/F
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