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May 2018
the traffic moves fast,
faster than my legs ever could,
my joints don’t reflect my age
they merely add to it

I’m damaged goods,
physically and mentally,
no wonder you left,
continuously,
greeted by a greener grass,
brighter sun
Written by
shaun  22/F
(22/F)   
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