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Apr 2020
Outside it’s snowing,
No one knows where they're going.
People are trying to fight,
But they’ve given up on the light.
My heart is dying,
I’m tired of the lying.
Why do I even try,
When I know I could never touch the sky.
Where is the sign I’ve been waiting for?
Will it come or will I just end up on the floor.
Blood is red,
I listened to all he said.
I’ve become so numb,
What will I become?
Can I ever hope to heal?
Is this even real?
I want to find my way,
But everything's became so gray.
What is the cost,
For being so lost?
Broken Pieces
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Broken Pieces  17/F/Looking for home🛣️
(17/F/Looking for home🛣️)   
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