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Aug 2018
I sit here
on my bed
looking onto a piece of paper
so lost
so torn

trying in some way to write away the pain
hoping that it will make me feel better

it wont

it wont be ok
it wont be fine
it wont get better

Happiness is miles and hours away
while I sit here
rotting
with a pen in my hand
Written by
Alex A  19/M/Lebanon
(19/M/Lebanon)   
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