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Apr 2018
Half of the world I’ve built is in ruins.
My sanctuary is damaged past repair.
How can such vibrant feelings,
Just disappear into thin air?
There is not a single light as I fall,
Spiraling into despair.
Shadowed Thoughts
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Shadowed Thoughts  17/F
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     Tristan Brown, --- and To Be Frank
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