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Aug 2016
Black dust in orbit,
Spilling darkness into the light

Where do we go from here?
I'm dying in my head,
Screaming.

What more can I do?

It's so tiring, you know.

I'm sorry.

I just want some rest.

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me gs  Wisco
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