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Dec 2018
Life slipping like sand between ones fingers,
In the internal darkness one's screams linger,
Nobody can see the emotional demise,
As the eternal wait for the end never arrives,
No mind can know what another is dreaming,
No mind can know what the other truly believes in,
A civil war of ideals and personality,
Bringing in to question ones absolute sanity,
Free-falling down a bottomless pit,
No reason; no purpose; no excuse to exist.
Written by
Ben Tol  21/M/London
(21/M/London)   
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