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Jul 2018
Not too far
If I stand up on tiptoes
And strech my arms out
I can feel it at my fingertips
Like fireworks
Or shooting stars
No, it is emptiness
Do
I
Really
Feel?
Who made me "me"?
Could "I" ever be someone else?
Do I really feel?
No, not at all.
It's only emptiness
Not fireworks, not shooting stars
They are high above
And I roll in a pit
Covered with mud
If I even dare to look above...
It's only a dream
Do
I
Really
Feel?
vinca
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vinca  22/F
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     Fawn and Hisham Alshaikh
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