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Sep 2019
I am sick of loving
Tired of trying
I just want a quite place near the ocean
where I can be
breath fresh air
Someplace I don't have to deal with people
where silence holds no meaning,
everything is what it seems,
and there are no memories.
you just live
unaware of what your past was like
not remembering what people it held
Written by
BrokenPieces  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Eloisa, Akira Chinen and Carmen Jane
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