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Mar 2019
My mind trails to the depths of all of these problems.
I try so hard but the masquerade makes it impossible to solve them.
What’s with this disorder?
Why isn’t there any order?
It’s subliminally petty torture.
And I’m just locked in a corner.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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