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Feb 2016
I take the gift,
I hold it tight.
I'll never have to see the night.

I start to doubt,
My friends start to age.
Forming new bars on the oldest cage.

I dread the day,
My memory's full,
So I write out my life and my feelings are null.

At first it's a blessing,
For what I don't want,
I rip out the pages and smudge up the font.

But now I feel lonely,
My library filled,
Now I long for the certainty of death - being killed.

If you get a wish,
Then just five words from me;
Don't waste away in immortality.
A thought I had. \_{°)_/
Lena Waters
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Lena Waters  Candyland
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