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Feb 2019
this body of mine
an empty shell
filled with nothingness
sad thoughts seep through

this body of mine
so so fragile
could give in anytime
cobwebbs fill the corners

this body of mine
that has began refusing
to take care of me back
what am I to do
I feel I may just be floating around and im constantly just passing by
Written by
   Henry Lampad
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