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I'm crying watching you, so enraptured. But soon enough I will ache again, at life's alter bruised and tender. Beautiful and fictional, you are not enough. A half remembered tune, only bitterness when clogging my gears. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. I understand how they would raze the world, but I mustn't. I will die anyway.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
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I'm crying watching you, so enraptured. But soon enough I will ache again, at life's alter bruised and tender. Beautiful and fictional, you are not enough. A half remembered tune, only bitterness when clogging my gears. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. I understand how they would raze the world, but I mustn't. I will die anyway.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
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