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Aug 2014
What am I going to do,
knowing I'm lost without you.

What am I going to say,
when I am blocked by these clouds of grey.
(When I am used to being your prey)

What am I going to think,
when I take my last drink,
drowning in my own ink,

-a.s
A-S
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