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Oct 2020
My life has turned into an old scratched and torn up record
The routine repeats its self
the lessons play over and over again until learned
The people don't change
when the sun sets the moon rises
The moon fades, the sun comes up
Then I listen to the same old record play all over again.
Ostef
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Ostef  22/F/Orlando
(22/F/Orlando)   
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