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Jan 2019
Without a sound
the day dies
and I’m left with
a loveless night,
and a saddening morning
The understandment we had
Lost.

Devoured by madness
My heartbeats for
another day to die.

Living causes hate.
Lost souls evaporate
and dissipate.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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