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Jul 2021
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i couldn't explain if i tried,

sometimes it's at fourteen,

or for a life time,

running out of places to hide.

when i said i was alright,

i was not,

every time.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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   Raj Bhandari
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