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Jul 2020
cemented in my position in opposition of lonely terrors
lonely terrors come at night, until they just watch from the shelf
from the shelf they contemplate and wait in their complacency
their complacency preys aimlessly under stars on barren souls
souls so cold have no energy source no life
Life gone stone - a victim of the Demented
demented are the intentions of the barren soul, to self-destruct conflicted and cemented
cemented in my position in opposition of lonely terrors
monsters i created myself
“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm. ”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
ardnaxela
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ardnaxela  28/F/USA
(28/F/USA)   
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