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Sep 2014
Today I went out...
felt the wind touch me with doubt,
no feeling in my heart even with a shout,
either way I still played the role.
Smiled to an existence out of my control.

Life continues with or without you,
the light stolen from my eyes,
the touch numbed by cries,
my hope was to become wise,
but everyone dies.
Ito
Written by
Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
978
   Kelly Rose, Chaos, Bella, Pax and ryn
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