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Mar 2020
amidst all these chaos
i am but a withering flower
polluted and diseased

a wonderer, wondering
where will i ever belong
in this big, bad world

i am but a flightless fish
caged in this contaminated aquarium
with all the floating, dead fish

a lawless city
filled with outlaws
committing crime

amidst all these chaos
i am but a lonely boy
yearning death
as time passes by
Juls
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Juls  22/M
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