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Jul 2013
Oh how sorrow takes its toll,
Losing all control,
We'll be forever unkind,
We're losing our fragile minds.
  
Making up a tragic tale,
Of how we managed to fail,
To smile in the holy light,
And hid our faces in the eternal night.

Break the fall with a thought of survival,
But hit the ground with no hope of revival,
Respiration is a distant memory,
As life on Earth is only temporary.
LJ Chaplin
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LJ Chaplin  22/M/United Kingdom
(22/M/United Kingdom)   
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