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Jun 2021
I'm lost,
that's the deal,
not in a location,
but on all those things I feel.
Sometimes I sit and shake uncontrollably,
my breathing won't slow down...
And I watch myself from outside,
moving back and forth, holding my knees.
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
(23/M/NotFoundYet)   
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   Luz and Bogdan Dragos
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