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Aug 2021
I drove down the
roads I had driven
5000 times
but I could not recognise them
each street light,
each white line,
even the crescent in the sky,
they were all strangers to me.
These roads they were foreign;
then I wept.
For it is terrifying to be aware
while you lose your mind.
Written by
Rose Cliff  17/F
(17/F)   
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