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Grieving the living, Envying the dead, This world is one That will **** with your head. And like amber, Time here will harden you. But leave a beauteous soul. As a hunk of coal, They will burn you And chide, as you go up in smoke.
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Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 1:52 PM UTC
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Grieving the living, Envying the dead, This world is one That will **** with your head. And like amber, Time here will harden you. But leave a beauteous soul. As a hunk of coal, They will burn you And chide, as you go up in smoke.
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Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 1:52 PM UTC
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