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Jan 2020
It almost feels like a game
like we're running in a maze.
Starting off on the opposite ends,
stumbling into dead ends.
Hearing the sounds of our voices
amplifying and then fading.
Unsuccessful in finding each other
but we don't want another.
Baby, it's getting dark,
Promise me, there's no going back.
Written by
Claudia  23/F/TT
(23/F/TT)   
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