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Jun 2015
I might be sick
unable to fix.

I could be ill
unable to feel.

maybe I'm blind
darkness and I, two of a kind.

possibly I've grown deaf
unable to hear your cries for help.

Yesterday, I lost my way
unable to see past today.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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