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Apr 2020
i no longer know
why i feel sad
days are turning grey
all i do is think
counting down from
one hundred, what if
tomorrow never comes
i have too many regrets
today, all i want is to sell
my soul
for a moment of blissful ignorance
and happiness
Written by
k  London
(London)   
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