Recreating Myself
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Last published Mon, Aug 3, 2015
A bang then a crash, I'm in a twisted, mangled mess declared dead. Invisible to those who had no impact on my life. Now I must recreate myself with the help from the ones who believe of my existence.
Eternal denial? Recreating myself? resting in peace?
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