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Jul 2019
This sweat is salty on my head.
We came up to that horrible place, just like they said.
We all cried for rest, for a bed.

Who doesn't ask for plenty?
In the end, we just end up empty.

I can feel that all too well.
Nicolai Alexander Goff
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Nicolai Alexander Goff  18/M
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