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Nov 2013
He opened his
He couldn't see anything
Even in the moonlight
Pitch black surrounded him
Was this darkness worth anything?

He slept
He awoke to blinding light
He'd been over-indulging the previous night
Surrounded by *****, smoking, late nights and the harlots
Normally these would all be sins
Yet to him this was normal
This was the only life he knew
zaly dae
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zaly dae
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