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Jan 2020
torn faces and worn out streets
listening to a band
I fall asleep
walking but here I dream
inside of my mind
no one can reach me

I wake up again
the feeling is never the same
each day
will we ever see the end
we won't ever escape
crying out
"hell is empty"
but it is our hearts that are not filled
hearts depression anxiety mind feelings emotions broken
Stone
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Stone  19/F
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     ---, Little Bear, Rachael, V, Ramata Sesay and 5 others
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