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Aug 2019
A utopia where love is uncertain
Things don't look any better today
Unable to go back
Unable to keep up this deception the way I hoped
Slowly lapsing in depravity
I hardly realize what has already become rotten
Now I'm nothing
but an empty shell built of lies
Von
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