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Apr 2018
The smoke flows
in waves around the soul
I can see floating
outside of my body
I am not real in this moment
You are not real in this moment
I ache internally. The embers burn
as I burn… a hellacious attempt
at life. A life too quickly lived.
Killed — no life at all.

Smoke fills the room.
awknight
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awknight  27/F/Hell
(27/F/Hell)   
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   ---, --- and Suzy
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