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Mar 2021
i trivialize my life
consistently.
presuming life to be fruitful
for others
in ways my own cannot,
will not.
i feel at a standstill
climbing a hill whose peak is as elusive
as meaningful self-discovery is.

reality seems to idle,
ascension of the mind seems futile.
Written by
AMarie  21/F/NY
(21/F/NY)   
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   Sundas
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