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Oct 2015
I started from where I falter.
Where was your hand?
I shrouded beneath the cloud,
shouting for rescue.

I exiled my own,
lavishing every excruciating memoir,
cascading by my very own desolation
affecting my ravaged heart.

Lies, lies, lies..
Who are you supposed to be?
Written by
RLF RN  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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