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A pure soul bares used fangs with blood dripping down their lips while they carry a soft smile knowing know one saw what they did To that husk devoid of a soul with two holes left in their heart knows pain yet that wasn’t what left them for dead That was left to knowing they didn’t die after the tragedy and that the rest only hold fury toward them just because the husk won’t pretend to have a heart left in their chest.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
Look For Cracks In Their Mask
A pure soul bares used fangs with blood dripping down their lips while they carry a soft smile knowing know one saw what they did To that husk devoid of a soul with two holes left in their heart knows pain yet that wasn’t what left them for dead That was left to knowing they didn’t die after the tragedy and that the rest only hold fury toward them just because the husk won’t pretend to have a heart left in their chest.
I’m not done yet.
folie
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
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