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Mar 2020
The reflection at birth was exotic.
Over the years
one has become colour blind.
A prisoner...
A prisoner of losing one's self in a monochromatic world.
Written by
Nabeelah  17/F/In my room
(17/F/In my room)   
       Romaisa, Weeping willow, ---, ---, --- and 5 others
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