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Mar 2020
I knew of the sun,
but I never saw it in the skies.

I knew of colours,
but I never got to see them with my eyes.

I knew of the wind,
but could only dream of it upon my skin.

I knew of happiness,
but I never got to experience a grin.

I knew of living,
but I only lived through death.

But most of all I knew of pain;
that, I felt with my every breath
Now I don't know a thing. What is even going on?
Written by
Maja  15/F
(15/F)   
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     Ellis Reyes, ---, FullmoonFlower and Pluto
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