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Oct 2019
Every possibility presents itself as failure,
Every day merges into the last,
Every word torments the user,
Every moment reflects the past,
Every choice is torture,
While every mistake will be my last,
The fog is my saviour,
But I wish I wasn't sad.
Iā€™m just starting out and would really like feedback!
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   Molly
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