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Nov 2014
Downcast faces running from the cold regret,
Empty spaces, something that I can't forget,
All I wanted was to wash the past away,
But time, the cruelest ruler that we all obey.

Chased my shadows, broke my bones,
and twisted my sins.
And I'm mental, a wreck in general,
Feeding violent whims.

But now I dream, so goodbye.
Sing your songs for a while
So I dream of goodbye
No more tears,
I did try.
Angelica Tanaquin
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