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Sep 2020
I know being apart is what's best for us both,
but the selfish heart makes both of us think that there's hope.

I know there are many ways to cope,
but the selfish mind directs me to the nearest of ropes.

I know trying to love is like racing up slippery, steep slopes
But the selfish soul still craves forbidden fires even where there's no smoke.

I know...
...everything and nothing at the same time, a prisoner in my own body...
Written by
Saba  18/M/Africa
(18/M/Africa)   
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