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Jul 2018
fatigue seems
like a dream
to me now
I aspire to be
just exhausted
as this feeling
feels like death
over and over
and over again
it came as fast
as how slow it's leaving
moving one inch forward
and miles backwards
and I don't even know
if I'll ever be free
no one will understand
I'm alone on this island
an island surrounded by thoughts
I might as well drown in
kiana
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kiana  20/F/escaping into words
(20/F/escaping into words)   
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