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Mar 16
The scars I have sought vigorously
Was I impure?
Untrue of what I did
Or is it ignorance
I longed fear?
And dread it comes off
Nothing but despair
purple turtle
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purple turtle  F/I'm lost
(F/I'm lost)   
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