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Jan 2019
Was thought to be a myth
Before the resonating pain
From the core till the very precipice
Ignorant of catastrophic burden before.
Seconds
Minutes
Days
Weeks
Months
No intention found to dissipate
Wondering about the chance of
It’s eternity.
I’m bound to experience
Menacing sorrow
Burrowing in depth.
Maybe so
I won’t ever forget.
Written by
Daniel K  20/M
(20/M)   
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     Fawn and Em MacKenzie
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