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Jun 2020
I made food
But I didn’t eat it
Waiting for it to pop out the toaster
Seemed like a lifetime
As I swayed in fatigue
Losing my feet
I hop into bed
Melt into the mattress
As nice as it seems
It’s exhausting
Emilia B
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Emilia B  21/F/Durham
(21/F/Durham)   
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