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I remember... Laying in bed for countless hours, Stoic and still with little power. Those countless days I spent in my bed, Those countless nights restless and dead. I remember... My crimson soul escapic my pores, My empty heart filled with holes. It felt like nothing, it felt like all, I was surrounded by billions of walls. Hidden in lies, Deep down inside. I'm just afraid, and burried alive.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
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I remember... Laying in bed for countless hours, Stoic and still with little power. Those countless days I spent in my bed, Those countless nights restless and dead. I remember... My crimson soul escapic my pores, My empty heart filled with holes. It felt like nothing, it felt like all, I was surrounded by billions of walls. Hidden in lies, Deep down inside. I'm just afraid, and burried alive.
JayNovaDayz
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18/Non-binary/La Isla del Encanto
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
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