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Sep 2018
There's No point in fighting,
  As it starts again
I'm only but a meaningless being
I'm a bit troubled as I wander alone
My last dance
To forget my own misery
I want to get away, everything to just start over
I hear the noise, I run and I'm afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
I abandon myself
Nothing but hope
On this road of absence
Try as I might, my life is nothing but a meaningless shiny decor
For Whose offences have i paid in full
See how my heart is broken
For i have been shattered
I'm a child of the world that has been broken
And soon to be replaced
Alex
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Alex  21/F/United States
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