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Aug 2017
Why does everything feel
like it's crashing down?
my whole being dissipating
into tiny dust particles
searching for a place to fall
soundlessly

I'm dying
my body is still here
my mind is gone
but to where?
astray from this beat up shell
sick and tired
disassembled and abused
by me
deja
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deja  22/F
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