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Axis
A disquieted face as I head to work
I miss my axis these days
I ask questions to myself
There's no answer
I see others' happiness to make it worse
There's no hand for me
A disquieted face as I head to work
I miss my axis these days.
I miss my axis these days
I ask questions to myself
There's no answer
I see others' happiness to make it worse
There's no hand for me
A disquieted face as I head to work
I miss my axis these days.
Published 19th Mar 2023
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