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Jul 2021
I wake up like every other day
The wall the was once filled with hope and love
now echo the screams from the night before

Each one getting worst than the previous
Not sure when this hell will end

I've already been through this once
why was I returned to crying myself to sleep every night

Why?
Writing of the Unknown
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