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Mar 2020
Do we really know
Where our soul shall go
After we decide to die,
And let our phantasm fly?

Or is our hurt cry
Another futile try?
Do those who pass us by
Suffer from the same lie?
I guess Iā€™m back into writing. Yay!
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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