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Jan 8
nap
Slammed the door behind my back,
Threw my bag next to the wall,
And then I jumped straight to bed,
And into a deep sleep I fall.

And my thoughts started to fade,
And my body disobeyed me.
I felt like I'm floating upwards,
I felt like the stars could reach me.
life so busy that my poems are deteriorating
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vlt  17/M
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     Vianne Lior and erin
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