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Apr 7
4 is a
forbidden number
in some countries,
but not mine.
which means
only I forbid
four.
4 p.m
is the end of
my day,
though I do not
condone its intentions.
to make me
unutterably miserable
altering my
mind.
feeding my darkest
thoughts.
blooming anxious
little beings
who wander cautiously
throughout.
laying in bed
unable to decide
what is next
until it is
too late.
for
only I see
midnight
at 4 p.m.
Keayra
Written by
Keayra  17/F/Canada
(17/F/Canada)   
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