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May 6
What's that thing
That wakes you at night,
Light up a cig
And think of the times.

It's not the sins.
It's not the lies.
Those are just
What we sleep with at night.

A feeling of annoyance,
A feeling of fear,
Of not knowing what's beyond
And what's here.
Ayan Roy
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Ayan Roy  19/M
(19/M)   
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