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Aug 2020
Just there.
Not sitting.
Not standing.
Not laying down.
So then what?
Nothing.
Dust.
Brushed away.
No.
That’s not what does the harm.
Without a thought.
That is the root of the pain.
Once brushed away, gone forever.
No one will remember.
No one will care.
Nothing.
Dust.
Shattered Thoughts
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Shattered Thoughts  F/lost in thought
(F/lost in thought)   
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   Eman
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