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Hawk Oct 2015
Sometimes we lose ourselves to the game so easily others get caught up within stories be careful how the page is written for all to soon you will part of the ink itself my friends.

I blew the smoke like a dragon watching the street below and thought to myself is this all?
I chased the dream till it became a nightmare now I simply chased sleep to pass into another day.

It's always raining somewhere .

— The End —