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Oct 2020
Art
Feels like we're worlds apart,
But here we sit in the same room.
Our eyes meet.
Art to art,
Pain to pain,
And we recognize the same kind of agony in each other.
Rita
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Rita  19/F
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   Lonely Girl
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