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Jun 2015
One day I'll tear this ******* choker from my neck.
I can't believe I've ever thought it's ever brought me strength.
Realistically,
It's made a joke of every single breath.
Yet still it seems so clear to me,
That there's still some magic left.
ah so choppy. I need less scatter brain. Why do I keep editing it and ******* on it more? Hahaha. holy
EphemeralLikeGold
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EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
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   Eiliv Advena
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