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August 4, 2017
Could i have one more chance?
Learn what its like to see a glance
Of what i could have been
Left hefty heartache behind
Prisoner to my actions, im confined
A place so deep, so cruel
Never to find the soul
I've unrolled
Left as a bit of thread without its whole
Dissolution is my rule
The past is the only comfort
My one last resort
The times when i had my spool
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