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Aug 2023
I'm not close to it
So I have no right to speak
My sympathy can reach out as far as its arms can
But its no my problem so it has no place to stand
I can keep my nose safely out
And no one will be mad because its not my bout
My day still looks the same
While yours has shifted into an different domain
And though I feel what you are going through
It will never mean the same thing to me as it does to you
Lone Chimney Sweep
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Lone Chimney Sweep  21/F/South Africa
(21/F/South Africa)   
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