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Jan 2020
His soul tastes like lemon drops
Warheads
Bitter rye bread
Bitter til the day he'll die and stay dead
He pretended to have a system
Just to be selfish
Helpless
We watched as he hurts our best friend
~Daemon
Dreyasten
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Dreyasten  19/Non-binary/USA
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