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Jan 2015
I should be asleep.
My thoughts are racing.
It is all I can feel,
Emptiness.

Death is eminent.

I am the one who is irrelevant.

The ones who mattered most,
Have proven it.

How long before,
He starts to feel it?
How long before,

I draw the line?
Alexis
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Alexis  30/F/Michigan
(30/F/Michigan)   
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     Clinton Stremme and Astrid Ember
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