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1d
I blend with the crowd of those resembling,
Torn, abandoned, empty and waste,
Meek and faded, walking with bows,
Forgotten the hand warmth, the others, unfaced.

The others, who’ve lost both faith and nerves,
The others, who’ve learnt a cruel lesson,
The others, walled up to the full limit,
The others, whose souls are wholly lessened.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💕
Maria
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Maria  45/F
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     Omni, Ben Noah Suri and Agnes de Lods
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