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Woeful dark departed as with the tears I shed the more I turned vigorous as with the more it bled Unhappy dreams touched my bed as with to the zenith I fled the more I stood up as with the more I fell Ache went slow as with the ointment flow the more it pain till red as with the more demons I fed The more I regret as with the more I forget
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
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Woeful dark departed as with the tears I shed the more I turned vigorous as with the more it bled Unhappy dreams touched my bed as with to the zenith I fled the more I stood up as with the more I fell Ache went slow as with the ointment flow the more it pain till red as with the more demons I fed The more I regret as with the more I forget
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18/F/Kanpur,India
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
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