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Capsized by nostalgia
Like a captive of circumstance
To be gray and blue
Like the vibrant mask
Shielding a once blank face
Of suicidality
A staring into cruelty
Through desperate reflection
On a tidal wave of emotion
I write what words
I’m left to see
Oh! The things I can’t become…





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