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Oct 2020
there's not enough hours to sleep

I can't find peace

walking up like a zombie

I hate this society

I can't sit down

standing up when I want to fall

there's not enough time

my brain is dead

now I wish to go back to the beginning of the year

filled with pain

but there I could rest
eileen
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eileen
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