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Nov 2020
Angel.
He sighed a sigh of relief.
He had wailed on his death.
His own death.
A death of a misanthrope.
He was born once more.
Like a phoenix, he rose
from his own tears,
And turned into an
angel.
#death #afterlife #misanthrope
Rollercoaster
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Rollercoaster  14/M/belongs to the rain
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   Ayesha
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