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May 2020
I run ashy fingers down a wall
deceptively white
I’ve come to accept the messiness of reality
but that doesn’t mean that black
is what I want to see
In fact
Black is closing in on me
And I’m tired
almost too tired to fight
ready to just live one day at a time
stop trying to right this life
Written by
Elioinai  Georgia
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