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Apr 2017
It's not real.
I am not there.
No one is.
It's just air.
It's not true.
I'm not me.
I'm a figment.
There's no she.
There's no us.
No them.
No later.
No then.
No times.
No places.
No lives.
No faces.
Just wasted,
Wasted,
Wasted.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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