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Nov 2017
Joy
Oh, it’s suffocating!
Though, one tries one’s best
Always wanting more and more
It has become obsessed.
One might pretend it’s nothing
But truly they’re possessed
The desire only grows from there
And one will never rest.
Astra Zenneth
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Astra Zenneth
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