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Aug 2020
I can’t trust my heart because she betrays me.
I can’t trust my brain because it won’t tell me what I need.
They go back and forth.
The only thing I have constant in my life is a pen and paper.
They never let me believe something else.
Everything in front of me is black and white.
I trust my pen and paper.
Written by
Leah  25/F
(25/F)   
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     Vuyiwe and Eshwara Prasad
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