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Oct 2020
Vanity
The ground is shaking.
Buildings are falling apart.
People are running away.
But I am standing still
Got no one or nowhere to run to.
If the roof fall upon me,
would I feel pain or relief?
Written by
Blouth Minders  21/M/Croatia
(21/M/Croatia)   
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