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Jul 2016
I wish I could tell you
That I’m no longer afraid of failure.
The truth is,

I’m more afraid of it now than I was.
Those years ago.
The only difference is,
I’ve got nothing left.
No one looking up to me,
Or counting on me.

Or loving me.
The future is empty
The past: A story
My future is bleak
While the past is a dream.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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   D, Kalon and aar505n
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