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Apr 2021
Walking through this empty field.
Can anything be unearthed?
Needing to yield.
This unending hurt.
When will these wounds seal?
This thing I see.
Can this even be real?
Is this really a part of me?
Who will listen to my ordeal?
Trying to make a plea.
I wish to just heal.
And live a life I can't foresee.
Written by
DanielSchott  22/M
(22/M)   
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   ---, Eshwara Prasad and Aishu
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