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Jan 2015
Once I get past the confusion,
my delusions then start.

Masquerading as a wise man,
with a storm of emotions.
That leave me blank.

Trying to regather my thoughts.
I have none.

Behind my empty thoughts.
I see visions of rage.
To comfort me.

This leads me to believe.
That I must fulfill these visions
of delusions
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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   Kelly Rose and Livingdeadgirl
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