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Apr 2019
I stare
I no longer care
I sit
How can I quit
This sad old game
I feel so ashamed
I’m only an empty shell
This is my own hell
I plead my thoughts
I am finally caught
This is no addiction
For that is the prediction
This is emptyness
It’s the deadliest
Sierra
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Sierra  18/F/United States
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