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Jun 2018
I wish not to see-
what a dream that would be.
A triumphant loss for reality.
I spend each and every day,
passing a milestone of decay,
and endorsing the addiction surrounding me.
Its passing through my mind
has proved to show no shrine,
or leave a lasting effect upon me.
I sit and I wait
For death to equate
All the memories of that person
who used to surround me.
November 17, rm 108, 9:30 pm, Merion, PA.
Written by
Jessie M  F/Boston
(F/Boston)   
157
   Geanna
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