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Beneath my skin and skull Hidden smiles and lies, Buried hopes and despairs. I wander among the wrecks and ruins of the war zone, Posing for a photo with a few friends- And a couple of others who have been here since the beginning. Beneath the surface of the Earth is a perfect place to restart. Death is peaceful, quiet. Perhaps, the best way to live.
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Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
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Beneath my skin and skull Hidden smiles and lies, Buried hopes and despairs. I wander among the wrecks and ruins of the war zone, Posing for a photo with a few friends- And a couple of others who have been here since the beginning. Beneath the surface of the Earth is a perfect place to restart. Death is peaceful, quiet. Perhaps, the best way to live.
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Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
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