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Jan 2020
ing
days are ending
seasons are changing
hours are clocking
years are growing
and somehow i'm never healing
and somehow i still don't feel at home in life
Luna Pan
Written by
Luna Pan  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Bogdan Dragos, --- and Carlo C Gomez
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