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Jan 2021
Simplicity.
Complexity.

All I need is to breathe.

Formality.
Familiarity.

There is a person who awaits for me.

Three words.
No home to return to.
I want to feel again.
I want to see again.

So,
I run away.
We all want to escape, someway or somehow.
We should all run.
Run to our destiny.
Maya
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