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Jan 2015
why do they leave
Death is all around me
So much that
It's soaking into my skin
Permeating my rash existence
Crushing what hope I had
Replacing it with
A helpless feeling
That takes over
Leaving me empty
#depression #death
DustBall
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DustBall  A small town
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     The Jolteon, South by Southwest, Creep and shosho Rea
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