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Nov 2018
today, tomorrow, it all blurs
one day i will escape this world
all i can see is nothing more
than an entirely empty bore

i wish to see something bigger
i hope to change my views
i wish i was less bitter
and i hope you hear the news

today, tomorrow, it all blurs
i will soon be out of this world
all i can see is nothing more
hear my sad little roar
November 15, 2018
Written by
km  24/F/Texas
(24/F/Texas)   
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