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Sep 2016
Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?
NiTSUDD
Written by
NiTSUDD  Cumberland
(Cumberland)   
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