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Dec 2020
My drenched socks
the cold rain
the music playing
our overcast sky
outside, on the rooftop
without any warmth
just the endless
darkness of life
all wrapped up
in my little brain
and my throat hurts
but my breath still
forms white wisps
and I couldnβ€˜t be
more dead
at least for tonight
because tomorrow
I will even die twice
ilias
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ilias  19/F
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