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Mar 2021
I’m soaring through the clouds,
A cloud nine high.
Home.
It’s a glorious feeling,
It’s going to be okay and I can stop bleeding.

That is until..
I start again.
The thoughts,
Negative phrases and screaming sentences.
Pushing out these voices out and without notice,
I’ve pushed you out too.
I hate myself for doing this everytime.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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   Imran Islam
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