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Sep 2014
it is that time of the night again
when nothing but rabid thoughts
swamp every recess of my mind

it is that time of the night again
where i contemplate taking either
my own life or a cigarette from my pocket

it is that time of the night again
where i am forever plagued
by these three words

i.
am.
sorry.
nzrnrdn
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     Reanna Horsley, Pax, --- and Nastia Armilde
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