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Apr 2019
In the gardens of hell
The people may call
For a soul to sell
Your blood will begin to crawl
The screaming you'll hear too loud
The pain you inflict so true
When at the top of the crowd
You become anew
It's not you anymore
The roles are reversed
It shakes you to your core
You're at your worst
So many cursed
But this time it's your fault
You begin to thirst
You're the assault
Sorry I haven't written in so long. I've been going through some stuff irl and I've also had the worst writer's block. Also, this was my first real attempt at writing, I hope you like it.
Charlie Black
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Charlie Black  17/Gender Fluid/Idk yet
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