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Sep 2017
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
but your soul is dancing with the devil

rushing throught the dark night
darkness is your calmness
danger is your food

You've been so careless of who you love
steadily trusting the wrong people
exeggerating every unpleasant moment
and diving into artificial pleasures
Written by
Bitter Senses  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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     Lior Gavra, --- and Harry Cencer
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