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Jan 2014
I will not feed your curiosity. I will rot in what welcomes me,

It is a pain only wielded for my heart alone, none other should wield it.

It is the hammer of my existence, and if this hammer crumbles my veins, I will welcome it.

Oh, How I will welcome it.
Written by
Kota  Canada
(Canada)   
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