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the burden on my shoulders carries me aweigh charcoaled molding hookers rotting in the sea ridding brace from the eldest granting my last reprieve and on behalf of myself let me try to sleep I won't rise from the dead anymore for you did not discern me and all my highnesses are expelled in the blue so maybe one day they will understand
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
Burn The Flames
the burden on my shoulders carries me aweigh charcoaled molding hookers rotting in the sea ridding brace from the eldest granting my last reprieve and on behalf of myself let me try to sleep I won't rise from the dead anymore for you did not discern me and all my highnesses are expelled in the blue so maybe one day they will understand
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
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