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Sep 2018
the ceiling at night
the backs of my eyelids
death
are the same color

i am tired of staring up at nothing
thinking about everything

i am tired of waking up to
the lie that I am and will always be

i am so tired
please let me fall down, down, down
and never wake up
Anna
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Anna  24/F
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       Dennis Willis, divi, ---, nuggz and ---
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