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Jun 2013
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My hands are dying,
My heart is seized,
and my mind is chaos.

What that means for my future,
Now, that I have no clue.
All I can repeatedly think of
is one single, solitary word.

Why?

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Written by
NoVera Nichole Bennett  Melancholia
(Melancholia)   
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