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Mar 2020
For me,
Days don’t exist.
They blur
Into long stretches of time instead:
Boring
Not boring
Happy
Sad
Painful
Monotonous
Angry.
I don’t measure time in days
Or months
Or even years.
Time for me
Is measured in emotion.
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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     Laiba, Mansi, Carlo C Gomez and ---
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