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May 2021
I left
and for the first time,
the pain doesn't feel
like a torture anymore.

It fact,
it even smells like rain;
pouring all at once
with sadness
yet with hopes.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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