Darkness lifted, I suffer
Forlorn attempts, sub-par writ she's to blame not me. Flesh waiting the render, blood flows, as heart beats two people laughing, choke the scene macabre tales, shouldn't be so Rack my head, the high still there Mind lost, bare control contorted mood, frowns to no prevail. boring, bland, happy he imagines her say. Posts it anyway though.
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