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Untitled Disaster

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It's like my heart choked,
it keeps gasping for air.
Reaching for you.
The closer it gets...
the further you pull away.

Crumpled on the floor,
like a used tissue.
Starting to disintegrate,
my pleading just won't do.
Finally my nightmare is real,
I'm sitting at the bottom of a trash barrel.





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