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I wore black from head to toe. Snapped through two hair ties trying to keep my mind and my heart together. But it was no use. Useless, because this godforsaken place was love-less and cruel. They say honesty without tact is just cruelty. But honesty can slice your soul just to spare your life at the very last second, too. Every breath feels like the last. Hanging onto the very last thread of normalcy. When the clock reaches the final hour, I pray for sweet mercy. I pray for peace and peace of mind. But I am left in pieces, nonetheless. gd
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Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 10:03 PM UTC
The Last Supper.
I wore black from head to toe. Snapped through two hair ties trying to keep my mind and my heart together. But it was no use. Useless, because this godforsaken place was love-less and cruel. They say honesty without tact is just cruelty. But honesty can slice your soul just to spare your life at the very last second, too. Every breath feels like the last. Hanging onto the very last thread of normalcy. When the clock reaches the final hour, I pray for sweet mercy. I pray for peace and peace of mind. But I am left in pieces, nonetheless. gd
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Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 10:03 PM UTC
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