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Nov 2020
Not knowing when this pain will expire
A little freedom is my deepest desire.
Not knowing when my days will get better
I'm unaware of what's causing me to suffer.
Not knowing why my life became this sad
When I'm sure I did nothing bad.
Not knowing how to handle my depression
Wanting to feel happiness at least for a second.
Not knowing if the end is near.
These negative voices is the only thing I hear.
Not knowing if hurting people has become a trend
Breaking hearts that aren't easy to mend.
Not knowing why I'm falling apart.
Written by
Tashenia Haughton  15/F/Lost World
(15/F/Lost World)   
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   Larry
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