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Jul 2019
It tastes like the static of the TV
A continuous numbing void
That consumes all thoughts and dreams

There's no where to run and hide
The weight of it all is my confinement
And it destroys that last piece that ever made me human
Written by
Nixie  21/F
(21/F)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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