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Mar 2020
In the outskirts we stayed, away from the chaos of the city we longed to run away to.
A place where we were brainwashed to believe was our safe haven, away from the “destruction” of the city
We’d roam the streets when the moon would shine, bored out of our minds.
Hoping to create distraction from our lives before the sun dies.
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