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Jun 2018
It starts like this:
"Where is my beginning?"
"Is there an end?"
"Where did the maddness
        come from?"
Does the ghost wail for
  itself?
or for
  others?
Who do you wail for.
There are no answers.
Only questions.
What is your answer?
Now tell me your question.
The end is always nigh.
Especially if you are
        planning for it.
Yes. I spelled madness wrong. Its an artistic decision.
L
Written by
L  Californa
(Californa)   
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