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Jan 2019
Is there a sun, within this void?
Is there real memories?
A part of me once seen.
Shown through the darkness.
So easily amused.
So easily oppressed.
The lack of social connection.
The lack of warming affection.
Someone out there, for the days of rain.
To make happiness arise, even through
Pain.
Written by
Eric  23/M/Adrian mi
(23/M/Adrian mi)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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