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Apr 2019
With a city like this; made out of footsteps and phones,
It could only be me and the wild open sea
And I still wouldn't feel as alone.
Written by
Stained Glass  17/F
(17/F)   
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     Ruheen, Catharsis, ymmiJ, Erian Rose and Loser
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