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Apr 2020
I spend my time here
Writing of nothing but fear


Shaking hands
Shallow breaths
Sick to my stomach
again and again

I'm grateful for you
But I don't know what to do
My entire whole
Is obsessed with my doom

How do I find the sun again?
Quevin
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