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Sep 2014
I am one of the few
blessed with
the most lovely curse
of self awareness.
I can't take a substance
to drift off into my youth.
Through potions and vapors
my being still haunts me.
I'm fully aware of
who and what I am,
and I cannot escape me.
Written by
Eyelash Wishes
612
   J Golem and stΓ©phane noir
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