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Jan 2015
I still check intermittently
if there are any message from you,
but the unstably excruciating reality is that there's none and there won't be any in the distorted future; without you.

I perpetually hold on to an illusion of false hope.
Raymond George Dias
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Raymond George Dias  22/M
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