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Jul 2019
Long it has been since I felt small
Within my tower that stands tall.
You'll arrive soon to break my steel
I don't know if I'll ever heal
Hurt me, **** me, cleave me in two
Cover me with lies, mask what's true
But- leave some of the crystal behind
So I can rebuild my state of mind.
Impending doom.
Written by
Marya123  26/F
(26/F)   
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     ---, Bogdan Dragos and Fawn
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