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Mar 2019
Just as,
Your medals will dull.
Your statues will crumble to dust.

Just as,
Your lungs fill with your last breath.
Your skull will empty after death.

Your words will fall away into nothing.
You'll be forgotten.

After all,

Didn't you know?

Darkness looks the same on everyone
once you're consigned to oblivion.
C F
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C F  I'm probably in bed, tbh.
(I'm probably in bed, tbh.)   
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   --- and Em MacKenzie
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