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Jun 21
Sometimes am so down that I think of counting flying moths
Then I remember same happens to my life months
Stand up dusts myself off
Sit on usual state of life; computer looking at me with a sorrowful face
Starts by naming my code my worst ex I had
Type furiously as if am killing the mode
Then wait till fingers tingle and stop coding
If it does run😂😂😂😂
Written by
leechyna  22/M/kenya
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