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Jul 2020
i am not contented with who and where i am
my life is still messy and ain't perfect
it’s corrupted and it’s ugly
and there’s something that i need
an unfamiliar greed and so
i sit here listening to sad songs
and let myself drown with sadness
a g a i n.
my sad hours are coming :>
Written by
clementine  17/F
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