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Jun 9
One page of red lines.
One of pure white.

So sorry.
And I feel.

The quiet,
The silence,
and the
worst nightmares.

So quickly people, try to
lose the feelz.

Because when their time comes,
everything will be
for got ten.

But not,
lies.
Written by
Jakub Zoltowski
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