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Mar 2018
Inconsistent shifting sand
burns beneath my feet.
I don’t know where I stand
surrounded by miles of desert.

Only walking on the surface
where everything is the same.
Only the oasis lets me
sink.

but we are a scorching sun
That evaporates
Making us too scared to
sink
Too scared to
      think.

We harden and bake the topsoil.
No wonder we can’t dig deeper
to the water beneath

we are all dying of thirst.

-M.O.I
Today people are too scared to be personal , nobody wants to have anything genuine. Artificial and superficial motives and intentions are all that’s left .people can be fake and change there personality. Things constantly shift and change
William de klerk
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William de klerk  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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