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each day repeats itself like we're in a simulation that we're trapped in for forever

it's mid summer, I never loved this season, I hated it

that night

I was sitting,

not with the young ones

trying not to hear them without covering my ears

I was counting seconds to go home,

to breathe again

to feel safe again, at least

but then you sat next to me.

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