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My vision is clouded, but that doesn't stop me from seeing, yet my decisions are continuously clouded. Our connections holds me tight, like the noose around my neck, yet I choose to hang here, because what is clear merely brings me fear.

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mst

American

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Written by

mst

American

Published

Feb 16, 2015

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Tags: #love #death #loss #confusion

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