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Mar 2018
I'm at a point in my life where things aren't entirely clear.

Bleary as before...Yet the fog is so much more.

Thicker, darker, quicker to cover the sky.

The uncertainty settles in, am I going to die?
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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   Kathryn Rose
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