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Aug 2017
Black for all those darker thoughts clouding my mind.
I'm feeling a bit blue,  everyday for a few hours.
Red is all I see, raging fire behind my eyes.
Getting out of bed is a chore, food never fills me, and sleep is only an 8 hour long nightmare.
I have lost all the friends I never had and the ones I do don't understand me.
I am a story about oblivion, nothing left but an empty shell to remember me by.
When people ask me where have I been I say that I died and they laugh as if I am joking but I'm not!
moziq
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moziq  17/F/south jersey
(17/F/south jersey)   
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