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Poetry
poetry about being lost. lost in time and in one own self after which all one seeks is attention and love from outside when all the sparks of madness and creativity have diminished. Now all that is left is the pain that no one could know. A pain so humiliating that all it will do it crush you till nothing is left and nothing is remembered about and of you.
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