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May 2018
Disconfronted madmen tasted the fruit off the devils tree, insatiable love ruined by temptation, mocking death, grieving bewildered beasts of decay dance in my head, we all die in a meaningless wasteland of discontent, disconnected rotten souls banish our existence, gods laughing in the moonlight as we whither away gasping to death, choking on red air, we are lost forever, we are gone
Steve
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Steve  24/M/New York
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