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Nov 2015
Tainted little lines,
Chaotic rhythms,
My lullaby is almost complete

Tranquility died,
Alongside the delusion,
And eternity wept something neat

We were one,
Mind and soul,
Body gave up on you

'till this day,
'till dying days,
He hates you

Never to be friends again,
Never ever again
Forever split in two

Nobody lives here anymore.
Only ghosts do

Who would've known,
My final request...

My good old friend,

Death.
Hollow Steve
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Hollow Steve  32/M/Queens, NY
(32/M/Queens, NY)   
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