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Dec 2018
Getting tired of these worldly affairs,
Always caught up in someone's snare.

Asking myself if this world is fair,
Looked up at the sky, for a sign, a flare...

Covered myself up in all those lies,
Sadness behind those gloomy eyes.

Letting out those silent cries,
Beneath which my soul slowly dies...
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Mindless wanderer  16/M
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