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Nov 2018
Off grid

I remember those cages
I kept putting in my location
Being lost
The hours wasted
exhausted
But still waiting
Hoping the train
Stops at this station

Guess I never really left there
Every breath is still that same air
Minds wondering what’s next
When you mentioned it time stopped

So I guess that means a death.
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Loatus  19/F/14213
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