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Sep 2018
Once the sun sets,
The darkness consumes me,
Everything good forgot,
Let me lay face down,
In a pool of self-hate,
As my thoughts beg for an answer,
To the question I won’t ask,
I envy the dead,
Spitefully trudging,anxiously
Waiting for my last breath..
Till then I’ll just smile,
The **** fool that I am
Written by
Paul
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     Botan and Shruti Dadhich
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