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Apr 2021
Afraid of my thoughts
Because they can be a lot
Afraid of the dark
Because of the way it consumes my heart
This body I'm in
Is growing in sin
My soul
Is growing cold
My mind
Just wants to die
And my eyes
Have lost their light
My ears dont wanna hear
The things that I fear
Everything tastes sad
Not even just a little bad
And even touch
Is missing so much
The auro of the air
Is that I simply dont care
Dominque Rodello
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Dominque Rodello  21/M
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