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Hope
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Swallowed the memories into nothing with the inability to write or remember. This f*****g life alone, no one to recall times of my past or create thou..
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my body lays after death, fakeness mourns, they cryembellish stories of when together for self attentionthe civil, the civil. the hopeless souls, expr..
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Our day ends with dyingHours to the seconds to midnightwe are dying, no longer tryingour hopes end with fightingtingling, feelings, this touch in our ..
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Who the f**k cares
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Calmness in the SilenceStill ignorance with self control, broken and discardedHoped empty scares in built confidenceFollow this strict self establishe..
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Who Cares
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Inner personal shadow of myself has urges, the creativity that allows myself to express comes from a deep darkness. The attempt to hide this part of s..
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Paint, color of choiceripped blues has become this browndisgusted human kind blended to the blacknessadditional yellow is only of grayness of lifefini..
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Life
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