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Apr 2018
I worry.
With every fiber in my body,
Each and every melody...
In my soul.

Or the lack there of.

But yet the tunes resonate,
Engulfing my very being.
Singing for an escape,
Chanting for freedom,
Tapping into every neuron.  

I worry,
There will never be a happy ever after.
Alima Tekeyeva
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Alima Tekeyeva  27/F/New Jersey
(27/F/New Jersey)   
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