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Jun 2016
If I am what I feel
Then I am a tissue paper,
White and jaded!

Rough hands ripped me out of the closet
Twisting and twirling me,
Shredding me into a million splinters!

I know not, whom to blame
As I get hurled into the abyss
And I resign to grim darkness!
Sru Wils
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