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Mar 2019
I walk a graveyard of a thousand lies, shattered and broken stained glass pieces I walk upon.
They don't see me they don't hear me but silence me they try,
upon my throne of empty promises and hollow dreams, I see the horizon drawing to a close.
One more grave and I shall never rise, will this end with my demise.
Jack
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Jack  21/M/UK
(21/M/UK)   
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