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Feb 2014
From the darkness of room 223 ...
Thoughts stumble through the fog
Of a mind that was once so clear.
Hope shines only to blind.
No longer sublime because of time.
Reality is the *****
Thats led me to this ditch.
You can't fall if you're already down.
Be still now you're safe and sound.
Newt Figgins
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