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Oct 2020
I’m off the tracks, off the rocker.
Off the season, for the nice weather.
Off the line, for another offer.
Lost of senses, in the middle.
Of who I was, before the trouble.
Yet here I am, for the next performance.

—n.y
nadia yahya
Written by
nadia yahya  28/F/Malaysia
(28/F/Malaysia)   
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