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Sep 2018
Falling weak to the ground
Nothing to hold on to
This is the end
I can feel it arising
Deep within

It is the end for him,
her,
they
Yet they still keep going
While I am left
To embrace the end
The chilling, gusts of wind
To leave me
as nothing.
written 28 September 2018.

by The Lenora.

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The Lenora
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The Lenora  22/F/Unknown
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