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Oct 2021
Life has ended, we're all dead.
The words are constantly stuck in my head.
I hear the screams and cries,
I hear them under all the lies.
Everyone is going under, but where to go?
You may have emotions but don't let them show.
You might want to try and be found,
But
Ashes
To
Ashes

We all fall down.
Broken Pieces
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Broken Pieces  17/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ
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