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camper
when one can't find the words; when one's imagination is blurred; one still feels the urge to fight for something to emerge....
to cleanse....to refresh.... though this mind needs its rest....sometimes it feels like having no hygiene products left....
to at least "feel" alive-despite feeling like death....
Published 15th Jul 2021
| Edited 16th Jul 2021
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