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Mar 2019
There is an eeriness to it now
Your presence
Bleak
So complete with irony & memories
you’d think it was a
Statement

You’re blessed in the sense
Of having the ability to be
Be unaware
So unaware that there’s a
Luring feeling to you

The way you so easily adapt
To the chaos
So used to that chaos that it’s
Comfortable

Don’t be
Angel
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Angel  22/F/Sk
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