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Darkness, it comes for me.
9.12.07
IX.
All because you're broken
Insecurities become unspoken
You're scared to trust,
But to love you must.
Or your life remains unopened.
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Broken Records. Broken Teeth.
Recalled To Life
vile and wretched
Wealth and Excursions
Meaningless, Meaningless, Meaningless
Pastoral Genocide
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