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Nov 2018
cold,dark ,alone
crying , my sobs echo
shouldnt have looked at old messages
on my phone
tears stream my face
my past haunts me
suicidal thoughts try to tempt me
i dread waking up
i hate myself
i grieve the loss
that i was never the boss..
of my life
Lost Soul
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Lost Soul  F
       Luna, 2024, Jules, Lost Soul and Makayla Jane
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