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Jan 2021
I grew up with few companions
Between the best champions
Recognized as the surrounding air
No one did really care

Life was never giving to me
How wrong might I be?

Those I loved, passed
Those I trusted, left
Those I adored
Became the ones I abhorred

I can't see through this *******
Or I'm covered,
But I sure as hell
Can't breathe anymore
Or it's just the disguisting
Taste
Of
Oxygen
Just need a diary
Armand
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Armand  19/M/Cape-Town/South-Africa
(19/M/Cape-Town/South-Africa)   
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