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Feb 2020
Life is nothing without the sweet bitter taste of death,
Where,
The light is consumed with an endless darkness that eases the soul to its rest.
And,
Love is now a gracious memory lost to time,
Just,
Like a simple key change in a melody.
For death,
Consumes the life of its consumers,
And,
Causes life to cherish those lost in the pale dirt.
Bella-Lee
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Bella-Lee  19/Cisgender Female/My mind
(19/Cisgender Female/My mind)   
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