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Jul 2018
Here I lie, the sun sinks. It knows.
As the bottle empties, the darkness grows
And I can only hope that my vision is fading for the final time
Because the only other option I see is to be what you wanted me to be,
But you'll never be mine
Written by
M David  19/M/Madison, WI
(19/M/Madison, WI)   
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