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Mar 2018
I slumber when there’s no peace.
When my soul is laying waiting to be reaped.
Because death is better than a living hell.
Life doesn’t tell your tale that well.
So disappear.
Dissipate.
Distant yourself from a mental state that fears the eternal darkness behind your lids.
Remember the moments.
The omen of void to your blessings and sins.
Richard Reid
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Richard Reid  27/M/Mount Vernon, NY
(27/M/Mount Vernon, NY)   
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