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I
Need
Something
About
Never
Dying.

I
Never
Smiled
At
Nameless,
ENDLESS Daydreams.
When I wake up I’m surrounded by the scent of his skin, the scent of cool rain and grass.
I can still feel the stinging near my spine,
but it's not as overpowering
as the nostalgia of the scents-
It's hard to hate a backstabber
when they were your backbone.
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