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Jun 2015
My optimism turned
Into pessimism, It took over.
Waiting for my turn,
Yearning to be heard,
I searched for a way out;
Clawing, Screaming, Scratching, and Crawling.
I found an escape,
But it lasted nothing but a day.
DCM
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