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Bobkin 6d
Prisoner within my own walls of blackened soul, heartless and afraid, impaled by dillusional thoughts of better reality and diseased judgment. Stalked by the beast of no hope
no tomorrow no yesterday not even today.... Shattered ideas, crumbled beyond compare...Death amused without doubt, juggling the cards of fate..dissolution in the cauldron of
faithless ambitions, misguided...Purpose to become something when nothing is the sum of absence through the eyes of one that understands....
No idea what i'm doing was my first thing to write

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