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Oct 2019
I woke up in the midst of my suffering
To realize that my feelings were swollen
And my heart was sore
And that it was a gift to have to apply bandages to your wounds
And that having time to tend to your swollen feelings
Meant that you've been given another day
And having feelings inside of you meant that you're still alive
Lone Chimney Sweep
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Lone Chimney Sweep  21/F/South Africa
(21/F/South Africa)   
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