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Feb 2022
Dread, boredom, hate, pain.
No needles, no fixing.
Nothing to bend the pain, nothing to distract.
Swivelled in chaos.
music to distract me from it all.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run.
Videos that only take me to escapism, but nothing more.
Confusion, the boredom consumes my entire being, there is no cure.
Dissatisfied profusely, my form to mental destruction.
Where is the light?
What do I do?
Raven
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Raven  28/F/South Africa Cape Town
(28/F/South Africa Cape Town)   
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       Aishu, Deep, Swapnil Duryodhan and jdmaraccini
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