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Jan 2020
A moment, a day, a month, a year
I don't have it in me to care
Perhaps I cared too much
That much is clear
Too little too late
I was always here
I'll keep living
In this glass globe of all I've ever feared.
Written by
Jena T  30/F/Germany
(30/F/Germany)   
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