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Jan 2019
The melancholy horrors,
The break of dawn,
When words fail,
It's what we long,

A breath of fresh air,
It's what we need,
It carries to places,
We're forced to heed,

We fight and we struggle,
The difference is naught,
But when we look forward,
We are but distraught.
Hey guys. Sorry if this one's a little worse than the other's. I'm heading back to school.
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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