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Dec 2018
Your reality is unrealistic.
You are not a simple statistic-
You are a person.
The thoughts seem to worsen
Within the ages of these stages
And changes of the seasons-
I don’t know the reasons,
But the wind whispers through
My hair, and without a care,
I watch silently
Somberly
As our reality tears.
Luna Jay
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Luna Jay  18/F/North Carolina
(18/F/North Carolina)   
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