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Dec 2020
I am
Sorry
I have no idea
What I mean
To
Say
It's just
like the filter is broken
I don't know any ins and outs
Some sort
Of Fog of war
I can't
It's all around
All I hear
Is thoughts over your voice
All I see
Is something new
Of course
If I knew how to speak
I could tell you
insanely beautiful
Things
But I'm
Reduced
To
This
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Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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