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May 2020
Down, down, I was ****** into the hungry ground
Enclosed in the darkness on the other **** side
Phony pavements descending as I strolled
Reoccurring things are ticking away
Every catch is a save
Slowing the freezing and all
Silence dominates my will to say stuff
Iā€™m not supposed to be here, cover me away
Obliged days have sunken me solid
No one told me how to exit this game.
7 May
Written by
Lieke  20/F/Netherlands
(20/F/Netherlands)   
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