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Jan 2020
My suffering feels like
I'm in a wasteland
searching for shelter
in acid rain.
Every step hurts,
but I'd run a hundred miles
if it was for you.
Written by
Simone  22/F/VA, U.S.A
(22/F/VA, U.S.A)   
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