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Oct 2018
In spite of everything
I sit all day
In a corner
unaware in a room
With spiders above my head  

And Unknowingly boredom settles in

Well down
My soul scream at extreme
The ghost are no ghost no more

I is the darkest

And the worst part

The car is empty petrol tank
The cafe is far to go
And the lungs are yet to feed
Alexander Supertramp
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Alexander Supertramp  18/M
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