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Swallowing dejection The throat is throbbing Fog is appearing And smoke is covering A reclusive setting With no more company An obstinate mind Eyes set on you Batty and insane The color turns blue Wasted feelings Drunk off tears Minimal breathing The end is near.
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
The end.
Swallowing dejection The throat is throbbing Fog is appearing And smoke is covering A reclusive setting With no more company An obstinate mind Eyes set on you Batty and insane The color turns blue Wasted feelings Drunk off tears Minimal breathing The end is near.
ashley-reem
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
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