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Dec 2014
Sober days to ****** up nights
Hidden behind periwinkle skies
Unreal realizations strike
"Is anything real?" It seems not so
All that is known is twinkling stars that make up the universe just like your closest friends make up you
Lonely all alone sitting in the middle of the road he passed as a ghost to you many months ago but now he is more alive inside your mind? Or only in your dreams it seems. Filling holes with fillers that taste really bitter. Trickling down my throat taking me to worlds unknown.
Kayla Marie Page
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Kayla Marie Page  Greenville, SC
(Greenville, SC)   
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