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Nov 2017
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so many humans, so different, but so similar
incomplete
questions, no answers, to few things
pain
fading, always the same, dead

just sitting in my room
with no one around
as if i would care
as if i could escape my doom
don't even have problems
they could get solved...
Noah
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