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Jul 2022
It is another day,
still learning to catch a breath,
yet I feel out of oxygen

I stopped counting the hours,
days, even the months
What's the point?

As time keep dashing,
like a midnight train,
yet the sky still pours,
Whenever and wherever.
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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