Vincent Van Zandvoort
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Feb 28, 2022


Her sorrow, her words, both became my own.

In silence, I slowly suffocate as I sit home all alone.

The weary mirror looks like dying and says I'm human waste.

Wandering down the same old lane, it's time to cease to sell.

With an arm around my old friend pain, I'll crawl back in my shell.

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