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Oct 2017
The track seems clear
As I start my walk
My death isn't near
Cursing the voices as I talk

The path seems rough
Yet I want to feel alive
Life has always been tough
Who doesn't fall and strive

The air is cold, surround is the mist
Not even a single sound
Only a tick from my wrist
That alerts me on every round...


©sim
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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