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My thoughts. So dark They can’t be sought. Little whispers Cloud my head. Triggers straight to my head. Encrypting Their teachings Into my mind. And I, Now fallen, Subjected to lies.
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Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 5:32 PM UTC
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My thoughts. So dark They can’t be sought. Little whispers Cloud my head. Triggers straight to my head. Encrypting Their teachings Into my mind. And I, Now fallen, Subjected to lies.
Chelsquig23
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23/F/Waterford
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 5:32 PM UTC
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