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Sep 2014
The Burden Of ******
Can It exist in this sense
How can the feeling of rope and stars be so wrong
There won't be unspeakable grief
Just nothing
I want to be forgotten
I will be forgotten
white coat
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white coat  between no where and now
(between no where and now)   
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