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"distinguised" poems
Distinguised, hidden concepts in between every breath. I don't want to know what the end will look like, Fear is a concept of death Everything ends, Everyone dies. I want to know all there is, I wish to see more than just what's right in front of me. I'm not sure where I want to go, but please get me out of here.
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Fading Thoughts of a Dying Man