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Aug 2014
I cant look in the mirror
At 25, I'm not alive
I cannot see things clearer
I’m more clouded, more unwise

I’m saddened by the future
I’m troubled by the  past
And as for the Present,
I fear it just won’t last.

My life itself is a shadow
I can't ever leave
A ****** nose, a broken bone
It's memories that bleed
Stella Stardust
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Stella Stardust
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   Weeping willow
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