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Jun 2019
The clamor is way too heavy
I need to elope to my quiet place
Where everything is constant and serene
Iā€™d lie to myself until
My world starts to spin
And Iā€™m forced to face
My absolute reality
Written by
Samantha  30/F/Trinidad
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