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Jan 2021
There were days
when I just know,
that it is not any better
than the last summer
or even the first
day of this year.

if I stay within this
circle of fear,
and waiting for the
blizzard to be out of here.

I will forever remain
a raindrop, instead of thunder.
Written by
afteryourimbaud  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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