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Jan 2021
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Here I am;
Guessing and
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings spill out
In front of me.

Carved my skin
A little thin
From my heart to my hands.
Then my nails dug in
A little deep.

Here I am;
In the sand,
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings make patterns
On the ground.

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Well...Hi!
Ruheen
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Ruheen  18/F/Here
(18/F/Here)   
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