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Sep 2021
I promise myself peace and serenity,
yet I strike at the first glance of a storm,

I think I know who I am,
but then doubt enters my heart
at the first introduction of confusion,

I prepare myself for the worst,
forgetting that good even exists,
like an infant,
believing that the sun has really disappeared
when it's just hiding behind a cloud
دema flutter
Written by
دema flutter  22/F
(22/F)   
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     MS Anjaan and Bogdan Dragos
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