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Mar 2019
I meditate on my pain
Simmer in my failure
Drink in my sickness
Torture myself with memories
Until I smile
Because I did it
I made myself feel something
Finally
Iā€™m so broken; what could it hurt?
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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     be-no-one, Jay M and Edmund black
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