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Aug 2017
The gloom pours out of the withered remnants of my soul.
Aching bones tell me that I'm alone.
Cast aside by the shadows of you and I.
I fall once more to where even the stars can't fight the dark.
Turning pages to reveal more blank.
I throw the pictures to the flame.
And slowly, I walk away.
Sam
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Sam  27/M/Portland OR
(27/M/Portland OR)   
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       ---, Keith Wilson, Shadowhollow, --- and sirwca
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