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Mar 2018
Flipping through the pages ignorantly, walking out of everything before it walks out on me, before it rips me open.
I walk, I run but I seem to be doing it on circles
Collecting what's left of me to find a way out of the circle.
All the voices are repeating what is said in order
LEARN YOUR ******* LESSON
And I'll leave the circle?
People are people
it's endless
endless is a circle
Huda
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Huda  29/F
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