wake into thine ire

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propel dare to no
leviathan
but bleed end still
with might
keep be man's besieger
unchaperoned
with light
seep until beset with spine
until all dawn aligned
with mine
all sung anthem smithed
with creed;
mothering all's ire nerved
from thine






if you were ever, ever been ab*sed, r***d, nd/or har*ss*d, let someone know. i may have an idea about how hard it is/was as we all have different volumes of experiences with such but you need to let someone know. mustn't you do so and no one will know.

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