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Jun 2016
Stare into the dark pool.
Just as you always have.
Don't forget to breathe.
Noose the air about.
And tighten the grip.
Such a taxing process.
One that leaves the mind penniless.
Charging for every emotion.
In motion.
A moving violation.
Of its own volition.
Rusted wounds ache.
A lasting impression.
Denting the psyche.
Reducing.
Inducing.
Conclusion.
Destination.
Wanting.
I didn't know Being would feel so.. Empty
Spike Harper
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Spike Harper  29/M/yuba city, CA
(29/M/yuba city, CA)   
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