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May 2015
Screaming, hunting, feasting on your despair
I laugh my way out the door

I cried myself to sleep that night
Alone and lost for words

Pushing all the dreams away
To look, look here's a meaning

I'm tired, lost, and suffering
Who cares I'm no one's
What was I  thinking

I walk away
I take my own light smiles
Silly and coincidential looks
I steal them all as if they're mine to take

So breathe I hear it
You do exist
But no for me
There is no us
Careless Realism
Eowyn
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Eowyn  24/F/Iceland/Denmark
(24/F/Iceland/Denmark)   
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     --- and Amitav Radiance
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