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Jul 2018
lonely nights i sit and stare at the blackness
i pine for the nostalgia to bring me pleasure
in exchange for pain
smoke curls down my throat
and then creeps up into my brain where it clings
its soft and its safe
a realm that i can make my own
finally
time is mine and so are my feelings
for once
sarah s
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sarah s  17/F/28027
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