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May 2019
looking down upon
the gravestones marking countless failed attempts of people
at the illusion disguised as “love”
was something she’d grown fond of
seeing “lovers” for the fools they are
acting like she wasn't a fool herself
thinking that she was better than them for not trying,
getting ****** by the vortex of giving all your heart
to someone almost like digging your own grave
(graveyard part two)
it's been a year? but i'm finally back?
k e i
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k e i  F/ph
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