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Oct 2018
Woe my lost
As here I die
My soul exhausts
The urge to cry
It's not my fault
This world is dark
Once light I sought
Brought me to sharks
Pity me free
My empty hands
No nothings glee
When burnt in sand
For flags will rise
Not for the win
They will be white
I lost again.
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