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Jan 2019
They're all pushing me
from all sides
''Go back to where you're from''

Oh!
Do you not see?
The dead on my face?

Can you not feel?
Air for my touches?

Its where I want to be,
But I can't.
I can never go back.
XyL0S
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XyL0S  19/F/India
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