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Please can I Just curl up and die? Who would miss me? Who would cry? The pain, it hurts Way more than it’s worth But that’s a lie So I’ll get up and try I’ll try each day
Royal blue Ribbon laced braids, swathed about her crown like graceful Reeds sway about a peaceful lake. The beauty Often mistaken for a fallen angelic force, though her personality proves Outgoing,
I've lost my taste for life The bitter flavors numbed my tongue Through prolonged exposure The stench of moral decay Deadened my nose to any pleasurable scent I can no longer make due with the sweetened illusion
sickly man walks so far deadly man falls so fast kingly man rises tall guilty man hides so well sickly woman covers up deadly woman twists too far queenly woman takes leaps and bounds
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