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May 2020
Leaves getting hit by the wind
A violent gale in the unknown dark
Drinking my cup of tears
And eating all of my sins

Suddenly it starts raining
Dropping down on the leaves like heavy anchors
From my window I see sadness
I can smell the rain
Together with the gloom taking over my home

Every person has the right to be sad
But I think I abused my privilege

Prove me wrong.
Written by
Valmir Zimberi  25/M/Albania
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