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"Maybe the angel kept dying for too long in the dark, And that is how devils were born" 18 || ♋ Daydreamer || Believer Listener || Bibliophile Reader || Writer
Wrecked-less
I kept their loud disturbing voices in my head, I locked their unnerving stares in my memories, I let their dirty hands pushed me away from my sanity, I was too weak and too tired to fight them away, So I just smiled at them.
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