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Jul 2018
I feel like I'm so close to choosing eternal numbness over constant despair.
I no longer see triumphs in any harvest I tend to reap
The basking in the effervescent day star no longer promises true warmth
There are million paths and highways to take yet nothing is more inviting

Than a blade dipped with Reaper
Than free-diving 50 meters below
Raven Scherbatsky
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Raven Scherbatsky  28/F
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