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Mar 2021
A place where peace
and suffering coexist
My vessel is docked my soul floating the halls
Reaching aimlessly for someone
To take my hand
But they walk right through me

I ****** my body from its ledges
Pierce my heart with its spires
Hang my neck from its chains
Drive a pick through my nose
To my brain
All for them to walk right through me
VerySadLibra
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VerySadLibra
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