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Jan 2020
What is this coldness I'm feeling...?
The last shutter of my breath drawing from my lungs...
The light fades away from me...
It came like a thief in the night...
So sudden but yet unexpected...
Its only goal is to steal what you hold dear...
Death is on the loose and picking victims...
Andrew Gomez
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Andrew Gomez  26/M
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