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Mar 2019
Of many ways I chose the worst
The one that made delight got lost
I unlocked Pandora's box
Of my innateΒ Β faults

It's easy to alienate
That magic something once created
To craft the coffin out of trust
To make one fault line run so fast


I emptied up my poison jar
And now I mourn the day we got apart
I doubt I will find me any rest
My heartache here's to last
Eric
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Eric  28/M/South of Nowhere
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