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Aug 2020
I’ve simply lost sight,
The landing I can’t see,
I can’t find the person,
I used to want to be.
I woke up one day,
Nothing to believe,
I live comatose,
With nothing to dream.
I need help, but I’m ashamed of my failure. I can’t help my son, because I can’t help me. I don’t want him to drown with me, he deserves better than that.
Written by
Jordon Rivir  28/F/Baltimore
(28/F/Baltimore)   
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     Shubhankar Mathur, Mosca and blank
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