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Aug 2016
It's not a question I can answer
because my today
is your yesterday
And your day before that
and the reason I'm still here
to greet you with a smile
is because I haven't found
a good enough reason
to sleep so long
That my today
becomes your
"I remember when he used to smile..."
Suicide, depression, sadness,
Blind Aesthetic
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Blind Aesthetic  29/M/California
(29/M/California)   
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