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Mar 2020
One minute you’re indulging in life’s empty promises,
full of light with a touch a glow;
and suddenly,
you’ve been consumed by the paradox of your own mind;
crumbling;
deteriorating;
without a trace,
you’re dying.
Natasha Pietrobuono
Written by
Natasha Pietrobuono  25/F/Australia
(25/F/Australia)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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