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Your lifeless doll, Lost between plains of existence, Hands outstretched towards you. You’re her fountain of hope. Consuming your life, Just so she can breathe. The water turned red, And when you start to decay, She will remember how to live.
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Doll
Your lifeless doll, Lost between plains of existence, Hands outstretched towards you. You’re her fountain of hope. Consuming your life, Just so she can breathe. The water turned red, And when you start to decay, She will remember how to live.
Reira
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
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