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Feb 2022
Sometimes I dive in the ocean I'm unable to swim,
Too deep and three hundred and sixty degree freezing,
A trauma on its own right?

Well, I drown while wearing my smiling face,
with no one to pull me up,
but a pen and a piece of a paper.
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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