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Jan 3
Full of hope
Full of dreams

I woke up bleeding
from the cut I obtained the night before
the silence of a phone
only echoing the loneliness

Thought everything would be fine
but my government failed me
And now after finally finding something
that was helping
I no longer can go

this was a good day
this was suppose to be a good day

and all I wish
is for it to end...
Writing of the Unknown
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