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May 2021
2
Too many nights with no sleep
Too many nights with no dreams,
Too many times, felt empty,
Too many times with worries.

Too many things that bother me,
Too many things that hurt me.
Too many ways you'd offer me,
broken promises, surely.

Many hurtful words hurled,
at me and so of-ten
2 hearts, too many, to keep
happy and content.
Jonathan Fernandez
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