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Sep 2017
Going a day without that face.
The mirror hates me, such a reflective disgrace.
I am **** so shameful and selfish.
Put me in the sea, let my lungs fill and sink to the shellfish.

Keep walking back to me, never mind tomorrow.
You got your whole life to live.
I'll be in my box while the world and your eyes look down in sorrow.

The coward I've become is the dirt that needs to become weeds.
Bury that ****, let the water fill his void and the Daisy's get to feed.
Pineapples
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Pineapples  Gloucester
(Gloucester)   
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