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Sep 2022
I survived in order to live.
But I ended up in an endless circle of survival.
A circle only broken by death’s knocks at the door.
He joined me in my grief of the life I never lived .
For I had no life to give him, and he found nothing to take.
Alaa
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Alaa  19/F/Morocco
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