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Jan 2016
Look in the mirror and all I see,
Is darkness looking back at me.
Corrupted, crushed, and black.
No way to get back on track.
Lost in the shadow of my reflection.
Dying slowly from infection.
Nathan Wilson
Written by
Nathan Wilson  London
(London)   
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