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Apr 2020
Even if my life should be snuffed out tomorrow,

For sanity's sake,

I cannot reach out to you anymore.


A stage where the state of best conditions, and good intentions brought ruin.

I'll use this pain, to create the world I always wanted.

Your ash, my embers.

My dark soul, your dying flame.
Wretched that the same dark fate you said we shared is still felt, three years on.

July 2017.
Batchelor
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