*semi dark themes* recollections of us

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Though the a battalion stings black needles
and I feel my cheeks flush in hatred
maybe today they shall breach the borderline no more
And I may go where I thought I cannot
Go there everyday,
Degrade me with your words and your tired smiles
Your notes and their laughter and jokes
My strides will pace these corridors,
I'm sure not for the last time
And as I look at the time
I wonder if it is over yet, my time to leave this
This monster of a world.

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