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Jul 6
why did I bother coming home
when my home was not considered
a house to live in anymore
It was like a ticket all the way to hell
Why don't you hold her hand and not mine
I was drowned at sea, I should have died instead.
Why am I still here?
Wrapped in cords of machines and popping pills
Just to keep me alive.
Based on an AI game I play
Eindeinne Moon
Written by
Eindeinne Moon  25/F/Wonderland
(25/F/Wonderland)   
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   Zeno
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