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Feb 15
What remains? Just weary sorrow.
Bear the Filth a little longer,
Feel no pity, just be stronger—
Leave for Light, forget the hollow.

Maybe Light is nowhere near—
Try to find it, don’t give in.
Would you waste your soul within
Newborn Hell of beasts austere?!
Igor Vykhovanets
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Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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