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Sep 2019
In the middle of nowhere
On a non-existent chair
Sat down a nobody
It feels boring he said
There is nothing to do
Nothing to read
Nothing to write
What shall I do in this no-land
He looked upon
He looked beyond
Nothing he saw
He was really terribly bored
I will try something he thought
I will be someone I am not
And that is how Someone was born
Anya
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Anya  25/F/London
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