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by harleenxira

by harleenxira

I thought that I can fly,
So I decided to jump off the roof.

I thought that I'm good at drawing,
So I draw lines on my wrist.

I thought that I overwork and tired,
So I eat pills to sleep.

I always thought that I am happy,
But not till I finally leave.

2022, 26 November,
Jam 0906,
Harleen.