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Aug 2019
head held high
the people won't mind
waving goodbye
I swallow the key
door locked

last thoughts
last chance
I'm the living sacrifice

water running
I hear the children laugh
the gates are closed

adrift
searching for my missing happiness
eileen
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eileen
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     Aditya Roy, Mike Adam and TheIdleOwl
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