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One Sharp Breath

  Boredom abashes, fragile minds Turns them to ashes; soiled blind You’ve turn to run away from this disease, But with your hollow self, you’re left to plead. So you cry out loudly in the vacant night, No one else can bring the light. Where do you turn to, when  you can’t decide? So, where […]

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