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Aug 2021
It's too late.

Can you not see
that the pages are full
but the soul is empty?

It's too late.

I'm tired and dead
from wishing all these wishes
that're racing through my head.

It's too late,
it's over you fool.
Don't bother submitting.
Don't go back to school.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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   Hakikur Rahman
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