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Mar 2020
This room is so crowded
I barely have space to breath.
People try and chat with me
Their sound resembling a buzzing bee-
I don’t know if it’s just me-
But I still feel incomprehensibly lonely.
“ You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
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Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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