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Mar 2021
Lost in an abyss of agony,
she cries quietly.
Silenced tears streaming down her cheeks.
“My,My,Dear.
It comes and goes,
It is what we know.
This soon shall pass,
Until then we are at an impasse.”
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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   Junior McIntyre
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