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Jul 2020
I do not want this sickness
Madness & pain.

The wind burn
The stomach churn
To no return

The fear
The waves
The craves
The maze

Looking up lost
Crossed
To no cost
To no exhaust.
TreyOctober
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TreyOctober  25/F/PA
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