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Nov 2015
I sit alone,
Not crying,
I lost all my tears
And I feel like I'm dying.

When will help come
Or will it be to late
Please just come
And save me from fate.

Slipping away into Darkness
I fall into the hidden seams of all that is lost
And forgotten
Never to be seen again by human eyes.
Wow... that poem took quite the turn didn't it...
Written by
Noah Stowe  Gender Fluid/My house
(Gender Fluid/My house)   
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   ---, Pax and Earl Jane
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