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Oct 2019
I leave the room,
Yet my body stays put.
My feet grounded,
While my mind flies away.

And it was then I realized.
That Iā€™m not living.
Iā€™m just walking around in a dead outer shell,
And a broken inner layer.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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     Dia, Josh Cooper and ---
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