Procuring sands of suicidal morgue
Thy guilt nourishes premature metamorphosis.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoetryNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
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Procuring sands of suicidal morgue
Thy guilt nourishes premature metamorphosis.
