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Jul 2015
This computer screen that glares so brightly
as my sleepless self stares within it endlessly,
the repetition of this that once was my everything
is now growing old and withering away
just like my life is.
hoping, just hoping
One day my lifeless and useless self will someday have an
eventful life,
*a reason to live.
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       ---, R, Adellebee, its gonna make sense, tranquil and 9 others
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