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Nov 2022
Okay
I will let the world choose for me
They say
Things are the way they had to be
No way
Could ever truly set one free
𝘖𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴
There is always enough to see

Today
Such a weird name for memories
Decay
Keeps making everything at ease
Away
Is where we always put the keys
Let's play
With many words and open seas
Existential back-flip
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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