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Aug 2017
"I"
I wear black to mourn my future death,
I sleep often to see nothing at all,
I wait for the night in which I play,
I am not a soul but yet a angle,
I live life but I don't live,
I see life but I don't understand it,
I am nothing but yet exist.
Just experimenting around.
Written by
Austin Castro  19/M/Los Angeles
(19/M/Los Angeles)   
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