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Oct 2016
I forgot.
My place - lost,
My mistakes - vast.
The surrender became real,
I became suffocated by the appeal.
Now I struggle,
although I stumble,
I must rid myself of this rubble.
So that I may laugh not weep.
Its time to wake from this stifling sleep.
Dan Schneider
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Dan Schneider  25/F/ZA
(25/F/ZA)   
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