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Jan 2020
It was sympathy of what I lacked
The things that I did were in vain
No longer did I think of others
All that was left was pain

I had no remorse left
As the pit enclosed I knew I was next
Not even a hero could save me
Much less, God’s Text

My mind was in tears
I shall never forget
Of the clouds of fear
Until this day I still have regrets

To the left, to the right
No, there was no hope left
Let the world learn
About the another that had burned
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Past  20/F/In the clouds
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