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Starry Sep 2019
As the young
Grew older
Her splitting
Personalities became more distinct
With each
Disturbing memory
Of her child hood
Will they find merge
And find peace.
kain Aug 2019
I am a panoply
Of all things inane
My mind is half gone
And my dreams
Are a mess of the dead
I'm probably concussed
And I can't feel my legs
So let's go steal Greenland
To wash away the pain
This is really bad. I was listening to stuff about Trump in the news, and then I slammed my head into a wall, so... yeah. Now this exists, and it's bad, and I probably shouldn't post it.
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