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Jan 18
I’m bombarded with everything and nothing at the same time
Everybody wants something from me and I’m too fed up to reply
I hate that at these hard times I’m turning my back
And running away instead of facing it with pride

The moment I wanted to step out outside ,
I realized I have no one to share laugh
And I know I have no one to blame but myself
But honestly, I get sicker and sicker each day
Written by
Jenny
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