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Feb 2021
She walked and chaos followed.
Her eyes were cold as a lonely night.
The smile would calm a child.
And her heart full of hate.

She spoke words that I did know.
About places that I couldn't go.
She dreamed about people that I never met.
In nightmares she begged to forget.
Lost Indeed
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Lost Indeed  21/M
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