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May 2020
I know is absurd.
But my soul is sore and my eyes are blurred.
I am tired of the fight.
Falling in deep space without any try.
One phrase after the other.
Rhyme after rhyme.
I live in hell and the rain make me cry.
Lost Indeed
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