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Nov 2020
i sit still in my room
haveing planned out
my future

believing
i have a gift to predict it

i sit still in my mind
as the light
of the hopefulness
slowly fades

to a flicker in the sky
far away
during these locked up weeks, hopefulness starts to fade and i'll do anything to hold on to even a breath of it
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
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