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May 2015
Between earth and sky
I live a lie
Upon minutes and years
I flood these tears
Down hallways and alleys
I traverse these valleys
Out of windows and screens
It remains to be seen
Dealing with grief every day. A burden to carry. A love to suffer. The struggle is real.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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