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Mar 2019
sometimes i lay on my bed-facing the stars
thinking.
thinking..
thinking...
until i dont want to think anymore
until i cant think anymore
until i want it to stop
until i want everything to
just
stop.
Written by
angele  16/F
(16/F)   
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