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Dec 9
Tear soaked tissues accumulate beside me
Another round of escaped thoughts half-buried,
Like the undead rising from their graves
Unable to die, with an insatiable hunger to devour
Infecting pureness with it’s gnawing hatred
the thoughts aren't as gruesome as the actions that caused them
heidi
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heidi  20/Mars Hotel
(20/Mars Hotel)   
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