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My fire inside turns blue-- She said it's the warmest, Yet, I only feel loneliness. More like dead Unalive fed with lies-- Bet everything for my favorite vice. Things didn't go well since we cut off our ties. Maybe this is how it ends living a life with those beautiful lies. May we meet again, my little witch.
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 8:34 PM UTC
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My fire inside turns blue-- She said it's the warmest, Yet, I only feel loneliness. More like dead Unalive fed with lies-- Bet everything for my favorite vice. Things didn't go well since we cut off our ties. Maybe this is how it ends living a life with those beautiful lies. May we meet again, my little witch.
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21/M/abyss
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 8:34 PM UTC
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