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May 2017
Dead
Dead. Everyone is dead
I walk through aimlessly only seeing death
Looking through the grove only seeing a crimson red
I lie down and cry
Just asking myself why
Edgy for the sake of being edgy
Grim
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Grim
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   Isabelle and Luz
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