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Apr 2016
laying down, im feeling a mess
I look at my hand, as it falls to my chest
It feels hollow
just empty space
though this feeling never matches my face
one day I'll find my way
away from this place
something i wrote while listening to music and feeling down
Written by
salvatore  25/M/england
(25/M/england)   
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