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Strangled
In a tightly boxed space Where time doesn't exist. Only loneliness caresses me in His own way - The fear of you never returning comes after. This space exists on a dusty pedestal. No kind of light reaches me, But the one that beams underneath the closet door. Another toy has taken my place. Please - keep playing with me. It's the only way you'll have me close by.
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AuthorMy name is Alexander Fang. I'm a college student studying Pharmaceutical Chemistry at University of California, Davis. This site is an amalgamation of my thoughts, dreams, and the reality I live in. It will consist of my writing, mostly. Archives
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