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Aug 2020
every now & then
my mind is sprinkled with powder dust
i can barely make out...tell apart
reality from
fantasy
it all seems too much
thinking hurts
feelings misguided
goals unreached
during this period of time
i slip through the cracks of roads
- i twist and turn with every move -
that lead ordinary people to success
Written by
eve
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