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"lathynge" poems
Why do my dreams succumb to these redundant thoughts? Leaving me in sempiternal dismay. Although, the perks of being in my shoes are largely prominent, I still find myself self loathing umpteen number of times. I cannot be satiated with who I am and what I’ve become. I beg you to find me a way out of this labyrinth of hatred.
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
Lathynge