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Apr 2020
My body is weary from the aching times that makes me feel like a burden.
My head feels great weight.

My throat constantly sores from screaming my lungs out just to reach out.
My voice has run dry.

My skin sense a scorching sun from within that it aches my insides.
I could see the pain.

But I know it's not the virus.
Heal one's self.
spacewtchhh
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spacewtchhh  23/In the sun
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       RK, 2024, Mansi, Bogdan Dragos and Jay M
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