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Megan

Years have gone.
Disapeared, withered, floated and sank
Despite them and with them I cry
Unbearable you can call me and with simmilar names
ill denie it
but beneath the blue serenity of cleansed tear drops
is a dream of life.
Tear drops lie clear coloured on my pillow and without serenity
they bless my cheeks aswell,
without you im lying lonely
i need help
I Need Help.

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