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Oct 2018
Quiet and alone,
Thoughts of the unknown.
Breathe in, breathe out,
How did this come about?
A good life with little flaw,
No reason for tears to fall.
Running down to the ground,
Breaking without a sound.
Left here quiet and alone,
With thoughts of the unknown.
Written by
Michaella
80
   Fawn
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