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Mar 2022
what kind of feeling is this?
strange yet familiar
i want to escape,
yet this feeling
somehow comforting,
is it? or am i used to it?

step by step,
i keep walking forward,
nothing, no one,
but myself.

unending hole,
when will it ends?
where is my sky?
where is my moon?
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Eyla  24/F
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