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May 2017
Sitting here alone
Empty mind by my side
Time at sequence
There is no difference

A burden feeling inside
No communication
With no forecast of life
Alone here I sit

Inception meaningless high
Perpetual feeling that ties
Aging day by day
Going the distance one last time

Levitated parallax flight
I come to find myself
With mirrors that reflect and lie
That won't see me in the inside
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mescobedo  30/M
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   amrutha, V, Jamadhi Verse and mateo
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