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Dec 2020
everyday feels like yesterday
time melds together
when i’m feeling down
it’s always going to seem like i’ll drown
i long to find the day
where i can think
i’m free
my therapist said she misses my voice
i just never know if she knows
that i don’t believe her
Written by
mark soltero  23/M/Texas
(23/M/Texas)   
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   Hakikur Rahman
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