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Aug 2020
I am used to hearing the word
'Delayed'
This year has slowed down
Time crawls through a tunnel it can't feel
Or see
Like me
I think I am the train that hasnt left the station yet.
Yet.
Written by
Marilyn  24/F
(24/F)   
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