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Jun 2014
Disconnected from time and reality,
The silence screams of dying opportunity
I feel it as it slips through my fingers,
The emptiness weighs of lead
The spaces were another could be,
Caving through my heart and head,
Until there is nothing but echoes left

I lost myself to loneliness-
And it has been the most secretive of thefts
Ellie May
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Ellie May
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