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Enigma

by IndustrialDeath

Born from a womb. By and By, a minute passes- Hours at a time. Having with me nothing- Not a thing, but the death That is mine.
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21 / M / North Carolina
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IndustrialDeath
21 / M / North Carolina
Published
Jul 6, 2018
Time
1m
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#enigma#womb#hour#death#minute
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