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Bled dry

by 4nDrew

no beat of the heart no warmth in my body, cold and lost. Is this the cost to be happy. A broken soul is what I hold. My heads got a lock and key and I’m wandering off with the monsters that follow me.

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Published: Jun 2, 2020
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