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Jul 2015
Brother, forgive me.
I'm leaving and there's no coming back.
Think you're in control until you're not.
I was feeling sad, can't help looking back.
Self hatred grows in me like cancer.

Wanderers this morning came by
It's hard letting go
I've been running
Iā€™m wasted, losing time
Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
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