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Jun 2021
3
that night,
cold wind
and miserable
breeze,
accompany him
his head
full of
endless thoughts
and what if's.

under the moonlit sky,
he stood
as I heard
his silent cries
and
felt his fears.

I became an
overthinker myself
just by worrying
about one.
060121
ana laag
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ana laag  100/F/Middle of Nowhere
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