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Aug 11
The trees walk as the wind sings.

Traveling naked under the moonlight’s ring.
The scars gained are a reminder of what life can do.
Still in the battle with open wounds new.
Now I’m in control of the monster I was becoming.
Ive torn apart my fears no longer running.
The skin I was in never felt like mine.
I’m more sane when the beast uses my mind.
Written by
Andre
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   Ben Noah Suri and 1DNA
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