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Aug 2019
The feeling's I knew started to come true,
in every dark corners it brews,

Screaming but the words can't make it through.

A kind of torture where you
Chained the truth,
To create something new.

created a contract where the night will only knew,

Where tears fall to admit it's deepest hue.

May be its the smile,
The maybe's or the joke.

It's getting heavy,
It starts to Conquer me.
Bloodyrabbitt
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Bloodyrabbitt  19/M
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