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Oct 2015
I am trapped in the wreckage of my life,
Mangled thoughts ensnare me,
I haemorrhage in depression.

I drove through life not caring of the turns,
But when one is not observant,
Losing focus was always going to happen.

I was entangled in the ruins of what had become
Crippled in reflection of what was,
I was the catalyst of what I had become.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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