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Feb 2020
Lonely nights and dying days.
Moving from day to day
No need to check my phone because
I know what is waiting
The can you help me messages
The where are you messages
Dying inside just that little bit more
Waiting for the light to fade
Darkness brings me comfort and freedom
Those few preicous hours of short
Lived peace
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
(F)   
75
   Bogdan Dragos
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