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Sep 2014
Silent murmurs escape broken lips.
It is done.
The deed is through.
As I sit in the moonlight,
Accomplishment washes over my pale form.
I finally picked apart your facade,
Revealing every hidden sinew within.
You yearn for solace,
But there simply isn't any.
Everything you ever wanted
Now lies broken at my feet.
Silent Deprecation
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Silent Deprecation  26/Genderqueer
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