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May 2019
I’m getting sick of dragging my corpse around.
I tried to find another sound.
But everything’s been crashing down, and I don’t even want anyone around.
So how do I breathe some life into my soul?
I’m so ******* tired and this is getting so old.
If I could I’d be the light and try to live life right.
But the horizon is out of sight, and it’s hard to make it through the night.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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