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Jan 2021
Here I lay,
With my rotting heart and dead soul;
My world was turning;
Now, my mind is decaying.
Am I at peace?
Is it an illusion?
Or is it a simulation?
Is it my creation?
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
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