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Sep 2015
There's only so much bitter water,
That a human being can swallow
Before the taste rots my mouth
And seeds grow of doubt
That sweetness and joy will arrive tomorrow.

I have taken life's medicine.
Sometimes I've overdosed
I try to be optimistic but guilt is imperialistic.
It's like staring into a mirror, and seeing only forlorn hope
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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