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Feb 2014
I lost the sight of my destination.
I wander through life.
Screams of agony.
Tears of sorrow and confusion.
Corrupt my brain.
Weaken my soul.
Who I was is no longer.
Who I am is no where to be found.
Crawling to find security and comfort.
In someone else.
Because I can't in myself.
Marina
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Marina  Delawhere?
(Delawhere?)   
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