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The heart inside pumps empty promises too my mind circulating the hollow well of my destroyer, In hope to cling to a nerve which still sympathizes for this begotten corpse.
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
Hollow
The heart inside pumps empty promises too my mind circulating the hollow well of my destroyer, In hope to cling to a nerve which still sympathizes for this begotten corpse.
Lauren-204
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16/F/Oxford
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
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