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Feb 2020
I’m happy, I continue to assure.
They all fell for my desperate lure.
It’s all a hopeless ploy; it’s all fake.
I’ve built my world upon this mask;
An ebon shell that’s about to break.
I mean everyone is oblivious right now. Moving further into life is climbing a steeper and steeper mountain. When do I get my rockface climbing equipment?
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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