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Nov 2018
How can I be there for
Everyone if my  
Loneliness
Prolongs the

Morning and  
Evolving into sadness,

In turn absolutely
Mortifying,

Sacredness is beyond
Common practices
Almost taboos, possibly  
Rare to what the eye can
Ever deem comprehendible
Demanding of death.
Help me im scared.
Nobody
Written by
Nobody  23/M/Denver
(23/M/Denver)   
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     Fawn, ---, ACAC and Salmabanu Hatim
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