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Mar 2015
Last night
I dreamt about hell.

In hell they made me live
my life over again.
Just that everything
that I loved and treasured
never happened.
And only sadness and void
remained.

And if that was hell,
and we are all sinners,
then I wish
oh I wished
that I have never
met you.
GyozaNeeko
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