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Dec 2013
I open my eyes,
But all i see is darkness;

Broken branches,
Fallen leaves.
Withered plants,
While sadness fill the air.
But the worst thing is,

All i actually see is myself.

(c.s.g.)
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Anonymous
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   rivy, dreadfulmind, - and GaryFairy
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