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Dec 2015
Sleep does little to help.
Threads come loose
slowly but surely
forming a noose.
Choking on faculties
that make me reconsider
cold hard realities.
Reassurance was never my friend
it would just silently laugh
as I fell to my end,
still falling...
MonkeyZazu
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MonkeyZazu
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