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Oct 2022
Every waking moment
My tears are falling
My fears are calling
My soul is crumbling

Away, it is my first thought
Out the door I best bolt
To keep my distance from my fall
It’s certain, said by the painful thorn

Fingers crossed, I can’t be lost
Again, it would be worse
Drown in water I called to rescue
But here it is sinking me deeper in a loop
Tia
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Tia  25/F/Philippines
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