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He Inhales
He inhales,
Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,
covered by life bearing soil
The life in which he ponders how he missed.
He inhales,
This time,
His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away
Into the clouds
This is where they remain
For a time that seems ever too short.
He inhales,
Hoping to never return
To his sad reality.
He can't escape.
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Sunday 29th March 2015 12:09 am
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