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Black dreams as my soul begins to leak Dark thoughts as I reach a sudden peak Creek, bury the sacrament. The woods hold many secrets. Truths that burden us with psychological pain... Gain. The demons have rained Curses our soul and steals it away from us. Soulless is my empty feeling... Dead. I need thoust no healing. In the darkness I seek the light Height. I look down as my stomach begins to turn. Twisting knots of intestines and guts begin to pour. A hole has formed. Staring... Down to the pits of hell. ****** hands and discreet bodies as crying screams echo below. My ears ache. A mind so real The depth is at stake
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
The screaming soul
Black dreams as my soul begins to leak Dark thoughts as I reach a sudden peak Creek, bury the sacrament. The woods hold many secrets. Truths that burden us with psychological pain... Gain. The demons have rained Curses our soul and steals it away from us. Soulless is my empty feeling... Dead. I need thoust no healing. In the darkness I seek the light Height. I look down as my stomach begins to turn. Twisting knots of intestines and guts begin to pour. A hole has formed. Staring... Down to the pits of hell. ****** hands and discreet bodies as crying screams echo below. My ears ache. A mind so real The depth is at stake
Ravenous
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
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