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Mar 2020
Silence
I sit and stare in silence
The ticking of the clock
Won't stop
As everything falls apart through the cracks in my hands

Violent,
I'm thinking thoughts so violent
I'll give myself the things I deserve,
The nerve
They have to let it come to this, they still don't understand
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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