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Mar 2020
i wonder where you go,

drift away to the back of my mind.

carry my conscious,

making my lies.

pity my soul,

you won't write these lines.

i think about it all the time.

i have all that i need,

such a plan for my head,

all your words are just dreams,

where i wish i was dead.
charles
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