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It is day, then it is night.My body tingles of a cigarette to my lips.My mind undergoes sensations unimaginable.I shake and tremble from my nervous, a..
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I am like the dying rose when Autumn hits.Dormant and dead to the world in the winter.My spirit walks the shadows of hell when I am gone.It feels like..
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I've bespoke my theorization to discover who I am, with a parallel power along with dignity.I can't bring it to desolation. My sentiment is what I wil..
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