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Jun 2
I've forgotten
What it's like
To live

Each minute that goes
Hating yesterday
Clogged in today's misery
Fearing tomorrow.

Cycle of sorrow
Sick,
Financially imperfect,
Lost in water
Like claustrophobia
Worried for the next bad surprise

Today's Friday afternoon
Shall forget my problems

Will visit waterfalls
Breathe pain away
Mend my broken pieces
Let earth touch my feet

I want my life back
I see that now

Maybe too late,
But not too late
For this afternoon

I must
Learn joy once more
Rosas witten
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Rosas witten  24/F
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   Kalliope
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