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Aug 2020
They say time heals all wounds
But it’s been ages
And my chest keeps pouring out
All these ****** feelings
self pity, fears,
and all the regrets
engraved like hieroglyphs
In the depths of my mental
Just one day in my mind would probably be fatal
Written by
Azrapse  22/M/Cali
(22/M/Cali)   
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   Eshwara Prasad, Eli and Bogdan Dragos
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