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Sep 2011
Going nowhere

Glory lost.

Wating until death.

wasting time, wasting space.

Forcing affection and relationships

I feel like Dante betrayed-
        any hope I see turns out to only ruin me further

grinding. hollow. scared.

I can't go on.
Written by
Elizabeth Holt
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