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6d
Savior burned in vain
Rusted by a poplar blade
Clouded days consumed with rage
Ravaged at the soul
What you thought you stole
My youth taken away on that throne
Death surmounted my new home
Bella said her last goodbye
To the old way she felt inside
Youths now gone forever
Curly hair strikes her straight dead cause
Her innocence was pillaged far to young
Death is everywhere even in my mind it consumes me whole so much so that I can’t breathe, anxiety, medicine that’s so shameful these days, but I guess it’s better then a blade. I guess ptsd is to blame.
Bettlejuice
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Bettlejuice  F/Earth
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       Darrell Landstrom and mercy party
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