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Jul 2017
I'm not alive now
although I survive,
how
I could not say.

when every day is
just
another way to die
I won't try
to live.

but it's alright
I can cope

the night though,
devoid of hope
I know it
well.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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