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Jan 2018
words mean everything to me
but in their essence, they are mistaken.
there is no loneliness in a suicide forest
because you're surrounded by corpses
                                        not unlike yours;
yet the very reason you have something in common with them
                         is because you felt alone.
10.1.18  /  16.47  /  sleep-deprived ramblings.
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