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Aug 2014
The August felt like November
and my mood followed
suit
A wind that held no silence

From a cool blow that battered
me
As if
I wasn't bruised enough  

For I was the broken one
A mind so empty of full
In a world so barren of soul
And so I pained

I pained for others
I pained for help
I pained for relief

From this madness we call Earth

No pills to change my eyes
No laughters
Fill my heart

These tears are all but wasted
Left
I'm left the all behind

The walk into the emptiness

I'll join the blinkered mass
Condition red
We fall in line

The face behind the mask
andy fardell
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