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Mar 21
I wasn't born to fight,
maybe tiny bit
It is with my own self,
these vices need to be uprooted right away
I wasn't born to be living in fright,
reach a longer height
not necessary physical
but reach immeasurable
lengths in spiritual.

I reject what's not mine,
everything that is out of line,
giving away everything
that I might or not need
I am born out of weeds
looking for knowledge seeds
to bring me closer to reach whole
remove the ever existing void
that I try to fill with materials
Nothing quite fits in this soul.
Druzzayne Rika
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Druzzayne Rika  24/F/Living inside the poetry
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)   
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