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May 2018
My eyes still open every morning
Which I find alarming
For I know I shouldn't be walking
On earth that I am not existing.

I don't know what life's for,
Where they get their everyday vigor.
My eyes are sore;
I can"t take life anymore.

This world's full of toxicity
And my soul's aching for felicity
That I know I won't ever feel
For everyone's so unreal.

I lived my life so blue
I don't even know what to do
For I am living in an environment that's so untrue
Everyone will be happy if I bid my "adieu."


--jeannery a.


Jeannery
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Jeannery  17/F/Ph
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