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Feb 2015
I.
Myself.
This.
This blur;
It trails silently
behind a racing mind.
For she has run away with herself; with such pace that eyes no longer see
Her.
Just an expressionlessΒ face known as
ME.
AMcQ
Written by
AMcQ  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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