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Feb 2019
Night falls as if slain by the sun
cold and alone.
The salvation for which I sacrifice myself.
flares once then dies.
Crushed by my obsession.
Hope must endure.
Your heart desires no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
My demons surrounded me,
crying to me,
β€œSave us from ourselves”
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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