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Aug 2016
I can't seem to sleep anymore,
the hill is still steep like before.
And I'd rather fall
and break my bones
than spend one more year
beside all these clones.

I know that I fear more than anyone,
but I'll be fine 'cause
at least my life is mine.

I won't be like you.
I don't want to see the colors fade to blue.
Enjoy the view,
this is a preview.

Of what your life could be,
if you'd try to see.

A life like me.
2016-08-10
apollota
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apollota  16/M/Canada
(16/M/Canada)   
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