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An Escapist's Diary
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement juin 22, 2018
The sun shines above
Darkness plays inside
Something that you love
Feelings you can't hide.

You run a race
that is without finish line
The metal is melting 
You know the evil is shine.
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A book of small write-ups , microtales, poems , quotes and random relatable stuff! An outpour of messed up yet crystal clear mind . Confessions of confusions and feelings. Hope you relate and enjoy....
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