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Apr 17
The burning condition,
Burnout of though.
To dream to be,
Impossible for sickly roe.
The rot of being,
The not of doing.
Anxiety, tempting it covers,
A blanket of roughness.
A coffin of distress.
I will bring blackness,
Though empty it may be.
I bring the darkness,
I bring comfort.
Written by
Daniel A Gabbard  21/M/U.S.
(21/M/U.S.)   
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   Cassandra Livingston and Luz
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