The year I left behind

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I stood frozen as days flew upNothing changedNeither good nor badA sense of Deja vu filled meWhat am I missing?A sense of loneliness captured meI tried breaking freeIt was too strong for meIt just fought the best I canAnd it was never enoughEverything was

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Jenifer Fernando

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