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Nov 2017
You vanished into innocence
leaving me to follow the trail
of my sins - trapping me in
the smog of white that keeps
me awake.

I could of changed if you'd
of told me but now I'll never
know as I sit perched on my
bed starring at the rope that
is destined to end my hope.
Jamie Treavish
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Jamie Treavish  23/M/United Kingdom
(23/M/United Kingdom)   
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