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Apr 2015
I walk down the broken path.
No shoes and no clue.
My feet get cut as I continue on.
With every step I take I begin to crumble and fall.
I Pick up myself and notice another person beside me falling and crying.
I walk over to him a lend my hand.
He takes it and we hold hands and continue On.
As we approach the gates we look back and see all of what we once were.
Misfitkilljoy
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Misfitkilljoy  23/F/Not of this world
(23/F/Not of this world)   
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