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Jul 2018
Defeat,
Tired and worn down.
Her tears on a timer,
Ticking with each beat.
Impulse for sanctuary,
It doesn't wither away.
Striving for simplistic,
But it doesn't go that way.
Casting dark spells to try and make it go away.
But unfortunately it just won't go that way.

(C)
Jack
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Jack  19/F/Denver
(19/F/Denver)   
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