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Dec 2020
the world works like a machinery,
and i am a young robot
made to function despite the misery;
at the expense of death on the inside,
pieces of me were individually bought.

IA
Ileana Amara
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Ileana Amara  20/F/soul search
(20/F/soul search)   
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