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Jul 2023
Life thrusts me into a path,
Of violent solitude.
Solitude clothed as loneliness,
A friend dressed like an enemy.
A sheep dressed like a wolf.

I am searching for myself.
Who was I before I drowned the pain
With intoxication and in absolute vain
It's been so long since I've written. It feels good to be back.
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AS-  23/M/London
(23/M/London)   
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