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I am but a prisoner to your affections I am: Self Shackled Noose Tied Hanging on to your every word. I dare not speak, For when I do, Rivers of rot, Spill out unto you.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
Rot
I am but a prisoner to your affections I am: Self Shackled Noose Tied Hanging on to your every word. I dare not speak, For when I do, Rivers of rot, Spill out unto you.
putting all my eggs into a half collapsed basket i guess
freckle
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
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