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Apr 2015
I look through a pane
Of glass
All I see is failure
Will glory
Ever show
Only the minutes
That pass will tell
Each minute gets slower
As shadows set in
As darkness captivates my soul
I only deepen
The hole I'm in
It's like a grave of sorrow
I see the skeletons of my past
Rise and haunt
My only existence
This isn't the life
I want to live
Especially at this dreary pace
Emily Dolde
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Emily Dolde  Arizona
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