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Aug 2022
Cycle
I can’t articulate the profound bleakness
Even companies of my own seems ghastly
The tip of my tongue burns when I uttered it
and I conceeded after I confide
just to stop the noise
#cycle #lost #love
Hana Burn
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Hana Burn  24/F
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