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May 2014
Nights like these only come to the pathetic,
The stupid shameful persons.

Where you see lines in the sand that you drew washed over by new horizons.

And that horizons clash into the sea with the line that you drew,
Your not gunna do this ur not gunna do that.
But you did and it's done....
To be honest I'm fearful but if I can lose of what I have become?

What have I become...?

-ocean waves-
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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