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Dec 2022
Each betrayal sits with me on my shoulder.
It whispers its toxic shame into my ear,

Thin frame, frail mind, and heart light as a feather.
I slowly come to accept that death is near
Asa Levens
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Asa Levens  24/F/Classified
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   MS Anjaan
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