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Sep 2014
When you think of the past
Do you feel the pain?
Or does it bring on shame.
Shame I felt most of my life
Within me lies a world of unspeakable pain

Past you held on to me
Future you are uncertain
Present must you denied my happiness
Past, present and future its overdraft
No time for new deposits.
Living is now.
Death is unavoidable.
Dark n Beautiful
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Dark n Beautiful  New York
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