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Dec 2020
It's getting difficult day by day
To cope up with this species
Even though I am one of them
I still don't want to be the one
I feel like being the dust or a blue whale...
Rather than being a human.

The reality is lost under the masks
Masks that cover evil smiles
Smiles that can break you...
into millions and millions ofΒ Β pieces.
The good ones have become rare like vaquitas.
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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