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I wish not to see- what a dream that would be. A triumphant loss for reality. I spend each and every day, passing a milestone of decay, and endorsing the addiction surrounding me. Its passing through my mind has proved to show no shrine, or leave a lasting effect upon me. I sit and I wait For death to equate All the memories of that person who used to surround me.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
After the Green Fields of France
I wish not to see- what a dream that would be. A triumphant loss for reality. I spend each and every day, passing a milestone of decay, and endorsing the addiction surrounding me. Its passing through my mind has proved to show no shrine, or leave a lasting effect upon me. I sit and I wait For death to equate All the memories of that person who used to surround me.
November 17, rm 108, 9:30 pm, Merion, PA.
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F/Boston
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
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