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May 2015
there are no words
no labels or logical understand
I am beyond my own reach
untouchable and unattainable
only the constant aching for contrast
stands ever present in the wake of despair
I'm the disposal service to all my worlds ****
swimming blind in heavens eyes
light runs from me
God is a fantasy
I'll take this daily dread
live and die
silent and alone
Alexander Montgomery Dawson
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson  26/M
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