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Jul 19
I try so hard to be happy,
but what does that mean?
What does it look like?

I'm the monster inside
my head, I tell myself
things that reek of death.

In the middle of it all,
the light is burned out
and it's all my fault.

I gave in to the chaos
in my soul, now I'm lost.
I lost sight of control.
Silverflame
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Silverflame  22/F/Denmark
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