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Feb 2021
I get this feeling sometimes
As I walk through the empty halls
Of my childhood home.
It's like tragedy and danger as I fall...

On my knees now, gasping
For a memory I've forgotten since,
I sit wondering why I know nothing-
Why from random things I wince.
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
(18/M/six feet under)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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