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Mar 2015
I run,
Aimless,
After a glimpsed illusion.

I hide,
Hopeless,
From an imagined devil.

I love,
Heartless,
But never really realising.

I hate,
Relentless,
And never ending despair.

But
All
An
Invented
Destiny
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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