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Apr 2016
I can't fix the world
I have tried
Made myself ill trying to fill the voids of poison relationship
Crossed boundaries I would never, to get an answer for a friend
But in the stillness of night the only thing left is nothing
For when you are alone, there is nothing that presents itself that bridges that gap
Loneliness is all and a harsh sorid mistress
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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