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Jun 2021
There are none.

Zero that can find the rhythm my heart beats to.
Zero that see the pain in my smile.
Zero that know how my head runs.
Zero that bothers to dig past the surface.
Zero that both to ask the question.
Zero that bother to hear the answer.

I wish there were some.
Written by
Kushal  22/M/Durban, South Africa
(22/M/Durban, South Africa)   
   Bogdan Dragos
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