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Sep 2018
Today is mourning.
Tomorrow is greif.

In a room full of windows but no door.
Nowhere to hide and nothing else to show.

Can't I be the one under the floor.
If only they could know.

The comedian is dead.
There is nothing funny anymore.
Its been too long.
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