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I don't possess the luxury to feel alive This broken soul is daunted by mired ties The shell that holds these withered bones and stinted cries Stains rotten with guilt underneath this tainted flesh; will ultimately be my surmise
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
Stains
I don't possess the luxury to feel alive This broken soul is daunted by mired ties The shell that holds these withered bones and stinted cries Stains rotten with guilt underneath this tainted flesh; will ultimately be my surmise
#taint#withered#tired#sad#desolate#depression#hope
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
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