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Feb 2017
I
won't
mourn
over
my
eventual
demise.

I
just
want
to
keep
in mind.

I
am
done
with
lies.

Walking
out
of
thin
line.

Running
o­ut
of
time.
Written by
afteryourimbaud  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
368
   Akhila
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