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  Aug 2019 A B Faniki
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Every day, you look at the sunset.
It's the end of a day, and a beginning of a night.
A cold, lonely night.
Yet you hate lonely, cold things.

So why is it, that you enjoy looking at the thing that starts what you hate the most?
Back again.
  Aug 2019 A B Faniki
young woman
Days pass by
Unattentive and dry
Every night,
A cry for help

Lost my faith,
Drifted away
Every day,
Dread becomes clear


I can’t write
Can’t keep a diary of sorrows
Fill the pages with my tears
Materializing my fears
I used to write in agonizing detail, periods of my life when I go through difficult trials. But now in this time, I feel to tired even to do that.
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