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Oct 2017
Why
We coast through each and every day
The same on repeat
Why do I stay
My blood stained wrists
Feel no tender kiss
My vacuous eyes
Filled with tears from the lies
How can I exist
If the pain is too great for this
I ask myself
In clear deliberation
In pure consideration
Why am I here
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  22/F/The Enterprise
(22/F/The Enterprise)   
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