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Sep 2021
i am living the days a prisoner lives where every moment feels the same and nothing is exciting.
i am locked up in a pretty scape of land
my dreams are made of sand
and castles crumble
and my own hands are numb
the brand of illusion.

dystopian
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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