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Mar 2015
Maximum distortion, ecstasy is agony.
I seldomly love what isn't bad for me.
A tragedy
I'm glad to be.
A blasphemy
I'm sad to see.
I fear it's happening.
Darkness gathering.
Am I imagining?
A flash of me.
It has to be.
Gradually
Drugs
depraVed
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depraVed  Springtown, USA
(Springtown, USA)   
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     Dreamer, --- and Brianne
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