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Anew

… Now watch as the flower bud, from the depths of the darkened mud. Into something completely anew, finally claiming all those days back in lieu…
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unpathetic fallacy
they came from out of the rain. bringing but one thing with them; everlasting pain. they’ve infected my quill, my name, my pen. now all that’s excreted be a viscous, blood red…
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self dem-on-ise
self demise, fabricated lies. inwards pointing hatred makes me realise. why i feel so lonely, why i feel so down, why i feel so unbearable. its because i dropped my crown…
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Metaphorical Canvas, Painted Red
my brain goes boom… boom, boom, boom. metaphorical gory grey matter, mixed with blood splatter, flies across the room…


