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Nov 2020
The more i feel
the less i speak,  

The less i know
the more i hide,

Just when i began to understand love
it gets taken away,
i just don't seem to fit any glove
i pray everyday,
my window carries a mourning dove
and so i stray
my aura sickness whats stated above

I am desperate though
for a warm touch,
a kind word
but for now,
i will lay here
on my mattress
and weep
as the days dance away.
i feel so hollow
Alien
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Alien  24/F/Outer space
(24/F/Outer space)   
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