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Oct 2020
I stand still
With the joy of thrill,
They go round and round
While my heart is starting to pound.
Happy faces don't approach me,
The ghosts around me plot
To take me away
Into the black abyss of thought.
Written by
bubblyflower
83
   Bogdan Dragos
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