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Sep 2019
Raging inside,
a wasted energy,
a wasted brain.
I wanted to cling,
but I drained instead.
No ink, no paper,
it's all **** anyway.
I thought sadness bred creativity,
and anger was productive,
but I only lost potential.
Written by
Lisa  26/F
(26/F)   
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       ---, Fawn, --- and Traveler
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