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Jun 2014
Life ...... death... how hard it must be
to only see what we have.
To never cry or feel, to only feed this darkness.
Like a seed, to grow up, but just once
Is it a mere ideological dream I have
Or is it more
To rid myself of this dream....this dream I call life
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   CM Cain
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