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Oct 2017
The chaos of the world has drown me.
My hopes.
My values.
My dreams.
And I can only ponder the thought of what could have been.
What I could of been.
The blanket of night brings back the illustrations of my past.
Who I was.
Why did I hate her so much?

Now I envy to be her.
I craved change, and now, I resent it.
Mysterious Mind
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Mysterious Mind
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     alexis and lilac
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