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Jan 2022
my hot coffee, now cold
everything feels, so old
pushing, perservering
why? when we're all perishing

i feel nothing
but the world
on my  shoulders
it's gone, all the gold
and all the wonders
- - -
i know i should care
but nothing seems to matter
and i'd much rather
be looking down
at the same nightmare
Samara
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Samara  28/F/Texas
(28/F/Texas)   
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