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Jan 2020
I'm sick and tired
Of this life I live
I wish I knew what was home
But every time I look inside
All I see is my empty clone
A wasted breath
A broken heart
And all I have left is my word
But pride can't build
What anger broke
It won't rebuild my hurt
So my soul in two is torn
Ive prayed away
I've fasted days
Yet god can't hear my plead
So still I sing
My silent song
One wish to head is all I need
Written by
Asha Kimo  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
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