My 22

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At the age of twenty two
Many things that I have been through.

Tears would speak on behalf of me
Here I am still breathing.

All the toxic poisons that I drank
Not enough yet to cremate me to death.

I am treasuring and loving my age
How could you say you love yourself if you not loving it?

This year is not salty nor sweet
It is just a balance for us in this journey.

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