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Sep 2019
Darkness,
There is nothing to see,
Pitch Black,
Only darkness surrounds me.

Coldness,
There is nothing to keep me warm,
Really cold,
Coldness surrounds me like a swarm.

No Cure,
There is nothing to help me,
It's a disease I can't get rid of,
And it's killing me.
Orion Lesneski
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Orion Lesneski  19/M/Idaho
(19/M/Idaho)   
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