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May 2014
I do feel like a flow..
Of
Spilt Ink..
Sometimes.

Projected onto the lives of the people around me..
Like a dark'blackish'blue'blot'of'a'mess'.
A permanent stain that everyone just has to 'deal with'
The one that couldn't be erased
But the one who,

*....was never meant to be there all the same.
-H
Haych
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Haych  Where the sunlight hits
(Where the sunlight hits)   
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