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Jul 2018
This game it is fantasy
We all just play a role.
Failing to see we're one eternal soul.
This world it is drifting throughout infinity.
Only thing I wish for is universal serenity.
So what are we here for and will we remain?
Seems like all that I ever see is meaningless pain.
We try so hard to divide our divine connection.
Obsessed with desire and purposeless perfection.
Hunter Robinson
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Hunter Robinson  20/M
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   Persephone
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