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It may be a finite resource, But it's most precious. Rich with iron, The only ****** fluid with Which you can smith A sword. You know I've always Felt more at home In the dark. Treading water Is sometimes Too much. And I'll return to The dirt when It's my time To do so. The only thing that I know for sure Is that pain doesn't Feel real Unless it comes from within.
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Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
Wilt (MrM)
It may be a finite resource, But it's most precious. Rich with iron, The only ****** fluid with Which you can smith A sword. You know I've always Felt more at home In the dark. Treading water Is sometimes Too much. And I'll return to The dirt when It's my time To do so. The only thing that I know for sure Is that pain doesn't Feel real Unless it comes from within.
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Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
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