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Nov 2018
Empty are the now shallow depths of once we thought deep.

Night is ever Lonely, as depression steadily creeps.

In our once lust filled sheets, blood begins to seep.

As long as my heart still beats, the blood will continue to leak.
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Tru1  30/Philadelphia
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