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The echoes wail, inside my head, crippling me, "It was never too late!" As hatred surges through me like a wildfire, Charring the armour I spent curating, My whole ********* life
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 4:29 AM UTC
Burning in disgrace
The echoes wail, inside my head, crippling me, "It was never too late!" As hatred surges through me like a wildfire, Charring the armour I spent curating, My whole ********* life
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 4:29 AM UTC
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