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20h
It was all too fast,
And it wasn’t our fault.
They hurt us to last,
As a wound touching salt.
Rope around my neck,
Tried and cried I couldn’t.
My life is a dreck,
Suicidal shouldn’t.
I hope you’re happy,
No matter that bad day.
False world seems sappy,
Purgatory I pray.
Never to see you,
Far from me you flew.
Definitions of Dreams & Things XVI – 16th Poetic Poem 14. Series by Nickolas J. McKee © 2025
Nickolas J McKee
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Nickolas J McKee  30/M/Wherever
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