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Aug 2014
I've hated myself for so long
how much guilt do I have to keep,
for I am to burst into ashes;
and come into nothing.

Like the world was built to end
and shadows will collide with darkness.

And maybe then,
if and when you'll come look for me,
it will be already too late.
{6/7/2014}
Written by
The Unknown
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     Lonnie Nichole
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