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To be forever cursed here on earth with immortality, See the one you worship bloom without you and become elderly. For a millennium I’d grieve for the life with you that could’ve been, Your presence blinding, features branded into memory; luckily it was simply a dream.
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Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC
Second chance.
To be forever cursed here on earth with immortality, See the one you worship bloom without you and become elderly. For a millennium I’d grieve for the life with you that could’ve been, Your presence blinding, features branded into memory; luckily it was simply a dream.
Luke Wallace Copyright © 2021
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31/M/South Wales
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC
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