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Dec 2024
My emotions are trapped, reverberating
like a haunting echo bouncing back and forth.
In my youth, I read that wealth is in the mind;
does this imply that only contemplating
about riches can manifest all the fortune I want?

And am I in haze of indulgence – thinking
only about ****, whenever my responses
come out blunt?
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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