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Mar 2019
The world turns dark
Here we go again
THe rush of sadness fulfills
I’m alone again

I picked up what was lost
And ran away with it
Like a careless wind

I wish I was blind
Deaf or mute
Maybe then I could have  a viable excuse
Written by
Luke  17/M/Texas
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