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Oct 2018
i sleep in a house
but dream of a home
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i miss what it was like.
where did i go wrong?
can we calculate the precise moment that a building collapses?
can we remember the exact moment that our lives crumble around us?
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i miss the way things were.
Maya
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Maya  14/F/California
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