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A Story by chael
This is a fictional account of a very depressed person typing his swan song to a word document.
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What is this out sanity?
Para sitting off of me,
Simply no mutualism,
Not a bee,
Pollinating; loving me,
But love is over used,
It's..
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My form is but an illusion, mere chance that I am here
Suppose we are identical, in every form of the word
Minds pleading for individuality, that,..
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You're neither pure nor dirty
She'd cut herself to be like you
Her arrogance, her air
Digusting yet beautiful
Appreciate her, for she is mislead..
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A Story by chael
I've been high and I've been low Down that city, down that roadAround the bend, smelling the dewRather be home, with coffee for two Smell of you, your..
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