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If i run to the edge of the cliff, what would i see? a rainbow as a gift? or is it death awaiting me? Colors are gone figures are black the world is clasped by hand call it a doom shot the crown of hope shatters the ruin of love castle throne seated fear feelings bow to despair stationary time empty minds all wears them down humans merge with land i'm eaten from the inside i'm sweet coated from the outside i'm dead yet alive
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
The End is Nigh
If i run to the edge of the cliff, what would i see? a rainbow as a gift? or is it death awaiting me? Colors are gone figures are black the world is clasped by hand call it a doom shot the crown of hope shatters the ruin of love castle throne seated fear feelings bow to despair stationary time empty minds all wears them down humans merge with land i'm eaten from the inside i'm sweet coated from the outside i'm dead yet alive
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19/M/Nowhere
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
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