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Mar 2018
A Cut throats tragedy if dying,
Dead, gone is all that is to be done.
Why just one? why not more? why not none.
**** that and ******* too
Why did I ever put my faith in you.

I sit, feeling like a fish far out of my depth,
Water lost long ago.
I
Struggle
To
Struggle.

What's the point
Of ever loving
If it is only for a second
A moment doesn't last forever
*******'re fleeting fiery emotional
Capsules of time
Once I learnt how to love, now
It will never stop.

Dri

     p -ping away

From the illusion of our life before.
Written by
Sebastian Hale
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