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Jan 2019
3 A.M. again
Here he lies on his bed
Thinking about the past
Wondering how he ended up here
Normally in his own thoughts,
For the first time
He was no longer alone
The only blueness remaining
in his life
are his ocean eyes
For he has found a star
Written by
ysabelle  18/F
(18/F)   
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