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Jul 2021
My mind is weary my heart is lost and somewhere along the way even that hard forged shell of mine has begun to wither.
Grimm and Bold for so long on the outside,
one girl, three words
600 days of sinful diligence,
Shattered me from within for all I do became merely an act,
For I am truly lost still searching for the warmth of her heart
where I last saw my feeble breathless heart.
Written by
TheWitheredSoul
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