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Jan 2019
That three o’clock in the morning thing
That creeps up when nobody is there
And nothing to hold it off
It snaps at my throat
Makes me like a caged bird
Trapped in my own thoughts and fears
Seems like the world is shrinking around me
And if I don’t get out and away
It will catch up and crush me
And in that moment
I wish I could rehearse a life.
Diana Rop
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Diana Rop  23/F/Kenya
(23/F/Kenya)   
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