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Unreadable

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So perceptive of people am I, that i now find myself unable to understand her at all… How things change. Why?

5am

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Another one of those nights. It’s no wonder most suicides happen at night.

BLU-TACK!

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Well it feels this way sometimes!

Chasing A Dream

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A moment Dreamt. In a place, Not home. Of a time, Not now. In a life, Not mine. Yet.

Another Bad Night

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Not based on event, more thought – If I should turn on my own word, against my own heart, and my own love….

From The Dark

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A summary of what once was, of where I was for the last year, and into now.

Nocturn

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A return to rambling begins

The Hunter

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He will get his story one day, but until then, Marcus can have his poem.