It was written on 13/02/2019

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We both know we're not fine,
Don't know where this way will guide.
I'm here with them,
But have the feeling that I'm not less than a spam.

She makes me feel pressurised,
Having a war inside.
Who's my friend, who's my foe?
I'm becoming blind, I don't know.

Someone called me fragile,
I guess that person is right.
I'm their target
Even if you use me, I won't regret.

What's right, what's wrong?
'That was past and it's gone
Don't think about it, be strong.'
But for how long?

For how long we'll keep pretending,
When we know that something inside us is slowly killing?
-San B.
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Have a nice day.