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Dec 2018
4am
is it 4am?
cause these thoughts are slurring,
these steps are stirring,
my heart is heavy,
fear
re-occurring.

i am lonely,
i am in love.
fading on trees,
chaotic drugs.
my inner-demons
they need a hug.
a growing love.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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   Colm, AJ and ---
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