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May 2015
i hear their teeth
gnashing and chomping
screaming horrid songs
deep beneath a swamp
of shattered dreams
and things i'll never be
a set of self fulfilling prophecies
keeping them at bay would be easy
if i wasn't so ******* weak
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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