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Apr 2021
It started with a spark,
But burnt enough to leave a mark.

When the pain I endured,
Waited to be cured.
I was not in my right mind,
Where freedom is hard to find.

Had to pave an exit,
Not knowing I will even make it.

Years gone past,
Feeling free at last.
All the tears I hide,
Finally subside.

It seemed too good to be true,
However truly it never last.
Because they kept coming back,
To haunt me once again
Here we go again.
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