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Dec 2015
It's slowly shredding,
and they don't know,

That feeling, I'm dreading,
but what's the point though,

Through the explaining,
it doesn't thoroughly show,

That feeling, I'm fainting,
without warning, one day, will blow.

~ a.d | 5 April 2015
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