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May 2021
Your door is not open(ing),
Your lights are not on.
You really cannot cope(ing)
From all the things that went wrong.

You hide in your room,
And try to block everything out,
You hope that this feeling, will go away soon.
All you want to do is yell at the top of your lungs and shout.

© By HF-Whisper
6/1/2021 17:07PM-17:10PM
TheWhisperingPoet83
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TheWhisperingPoet83  39/F/Victoria
(39/F/Victoria)   
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