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Apr 2019
My quill is writing on it’s own,
Trying desperately to engrave
The words my mind has sown:
“Just let go”
In this abyss there is no hope,
My heart is crying
While my mind is dancing.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  18/F
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   Kalon
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