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Feb 2016
every night I go to bed with my woes
I try to tell myself that this place I'm in is just temporary
but is it?
trying to exist in a void is like
trying to find a metaphor for depression
trying to reason with myself to search for something more
but I'm just a weeping ghost trying to disappear into the abyss for the last time.
Tab
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Tab  NY
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