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Jan 2017
3:00 A.M.
Smoke escapes my lips as I ponder existence.
Death.
Darkness.
Depression.
All just words that burn like this bowl.
And at the end
We all end up in smoke.
Written by
Shiloh Celestia Monroe  26/Pangender/Akron, OH
(26/Pangender/Akron, OH)   
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