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Sep 2014
Me
I am a hallowed shell of my former self
A broken man
With a lost soul
My world spins with no stop
Stuck in this sea of despair
with no chance of repair,
My mind pounds
Yet i sit here alone
Thinking, plotting
Of a way to become my former self.
Written by
Tristen L  20/M/Texas
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