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Seems rather unorthedoxed , a broken heart ,    a darkened soul .      Treason to realism ,     Motion to fathom ,       Being like a phantom . Disguised ,   A mere myth ,    To living . I stray apart ,    Break from the norm ,   Tired of all the "broken" parts .      A lonely form . Cover my just ,   A little cup for lust .     Formed all from dust . I tire of feeling haunting desire ,   Burnt out the lies ,      Living through clear skies .
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
Happy Humanity
Seems rather unorthedoxed , a broken heart ,    a darkened soul .      Treason to realism ,     Motion to fathom ,       Being like a phantom . Disguised ,   A mere myth ,    To living . I stray apart ,    Break from the norm ,   Tired of all the "broken" parts .      A lonely form . Cover my just ,   A little cup for lust .     Formed all from dust . I tire of feeling haunting desire ,   Burnt out the lies ,      Living through clear skies .
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21/M/Earth
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
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