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Dec 2018
sometimes i feel like a piece of paper on fire.
burning.
small smoke signal calling for help,
disintegrating.
until i’m a burnt,
crisp,
pile of nothing.
i haven’t posted anything in a while so here’s this **** poem
Nik
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Nik
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