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May 2021
Was I became dull, boring or selfish?
Am I think to much do very little.....
Is this world changing me or my phase of adulthood?
Then why I notice bad before any good,
Hold these old grudges and I find it difficult to let it go.
Is this what I dream to become
Not able to believe in lies or even the truth.
Written by
Ekta  21/F
(21/F)   
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     Benzene and Zoi Ardens
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