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Nov 2021
I'm dreading but I'm still fighting
My muscles are aching and my brain is dying
These protein shakes signify my self improvement
But I hate myself more everytime

The led is sticking to my finger
The ink spreads across my hands
You expect a beautiful drawing of colors
But I only have sweat, tears, and blood to draw with dad
Lunar Roses
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     Ciel Noir, mister truth and ---
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