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Nov 2015
Time, sleep and love deprived.
I'm an insomniac
trapped in his own mind.
I'm only sleeping
with the cousin of death.
I guess I lost myself
the day you left.
I've ran through this
forest too many times.
I can't seem to find
the right signs.
I'm out here holding
my ******' breath.
Suffocating since the day you left.
© 2015 Sebastian Glyn
Steele
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Steele
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