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Sep 2021
Sedate me to the external torment each new day bolsters
Numb my emotions to the point I no longer experience
Daily struggle to submit my mind to an unconscious slumber
A greater struggle yet to awaken with intent
Finding meaning in a meaningless world
Drove me unstable many moons ago
Edging closer to my inevitable demise at my own hands
Last strands of hope fleeting, I draw my final breath
And flow away with the winds
First post in a very long time.
Naeem
Written by
Naeem  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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     Khoisan, Imran Islam and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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