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Sep 2018
I was lonely
I didn't care
about anything
life or death
whatever
what's the point
expending effort
when life *****
whatever.

I walked
head down
into traffic
part of me
thought they'd stop
but
they didnt.

I'm still lonely.
Written by
Andronicus VI
132
     Melancholy of Innocence, Fawn and ---
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