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April
Zuwena
Poetry,
School Closure Stories
Unschool Club
I am left alone with my thoughts
I feel free, I think a lot
I break down
Because the bodies are resurrecting
The grave wasn’t dug deep enough
I cry myself to sleep
A comfort of familiarity
But then I get used to it
This new reality of ours
I learn to keep myself busy
From the things that haunt me
There is no concept of time
The mournings are fleeting
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