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Jul 2021
Trapped in our reality marbles,
thereโ€™s an endless supply of anxiety
All bound as metacarpals
the five sinister hail to the almighty
thereโ€™s an endless supply of anxiety
But god doesn't let us remain slightly.
Written by
Jehkaran Singh  18/M
(18/M)   
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