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Apr 2018
Dry eyed
In bed
Cramped head
Misled
Regret
He dread
Life ahead
But instead
Wrists bled
Sleeves red
Now he's dead
Not much thought was put into this, it was more of a sort of "emotional takeover" type of writing... If that's a thing.
Spades
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Spades  18/M/Canada
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   Josh and Wordmancer
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