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Dec 2018
red, yellow, green illuminates the road lined with beads of the sky's tears.

the constant honks echoes in the frantic passageway.

frustration makes its prescence felt.

when will this end?
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neo  18/M/the depths of my mind
(18/M/the depths of my mind)   
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