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Jun 2019
Muscles tense
Hands shaking
I can hardly move
My thoughts so fast
I can’t make sense of them
I just know they hurt
But some feel so good
I’m not thinking properly
Ideas pass in emotions
The richness of pleasure with pain
Don’t pity me
Even when it hurts
For this time,
I remember
I am alive
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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