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May 2021
The chaos that blooms inside of my head,
like a flower, pretending not to be dead.
I'm confused to which is real or fake
I can't trust my senses, am I awake?

These feelings have followed me for a few years,
I thought i'd grow accustomed, but I am here.
I'm not sure what caused this, but i know something else.
That yesterday night, left an odd taste.
Written by
Alex James Horabin  18/M/Czech republic
(18/M/Czech republic)   
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