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Dec 2017
its so
empty
bland
broken
the place I fear most
when I open my eyes
hoping not to see the same barren place
as I have seen it to often
what is this?
what is this place?
why must I return every time I open my eyes?
this broken place of those who cant escape
it is cold here
it is always cold
I wonder why it must be so
to open my eyes
not able to break free of this
cold
broken
desolate wasteland
Xeki
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Xeki  19/Trans/Washington
(19/Trans/Washington)   
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