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Sep 2016
Too many thoughts to be processed,
So much that it can't be made sense
Darkness surrounds,
So nothing is found,
Because the hollow goes too deep.
Whatever needs shortening;
Lasts too long.
When you're made want to be caved in
All you get is a replay of your sins.
Chloe's Not An Angel
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Chloe's Not An Angel  23/F/UK
(23/F/UK)   
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     ---, Just Melz, Ryan Hoysan and Rhet Toombs
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