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Jan 2022
And now I wander in the shadows of the sun
like a newborn I cry, searching for a sense of belonging
but the nights are what I fear the most
Itβ€˜s where the demons crawl under
The cold layers of my skin
soaking in of what is left of me
ilias
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ilias  19/F
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