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Apr 13
Slowly sinking sailing shifting.
Forever far from fever fears.
Running 'round rabid, rot resisting.
They torment tatteredly till tears.

Left late last life, looking lost. Like,
making mistakes makes me more mere.
Self-subdued savory senses.
All associated all-waited, weighted woes.
Sensation so sanctioned
Sadly, slowly sunk.
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Cas  25/M
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