Streetlights
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Everytime I take a step forward, the pain seems to flicker in my eyes like an old streetlight who's seen it all.
I will bring ruin to my own self if left with these thoughts alone for too long.
They have started eat me from the inside and I cannot seemed to care enough.
A very boring life and fragments of exiting dreams.
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