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Feb 2021
Scars,
Sometimes they are all what I see,
Those days make me hate myself.
Its a sea,
A sea of thoughts
they fly through my head,
I can't stop them,
they just keep going and going.

then it just all stops,
Like the sea went silent.
Like the sea doesn't want to do anything anymore,
its tired,
Yet it cant sleep,
It just starts thinking again..
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beingcoolisaflex
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   Bogdan Dragos
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