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Apr 2018
Dark Crimson
Flowing from the
Small Half Crescent
On the palm of my hand

I Couldn't Stop
The pain that keep
Banging At My Window
A half crescent wasn't helping

Trying To Breathe
I'm surely drowning

This isn't helping.
Thicket of Thoughts
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Thicket of Thoughts  20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be
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