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Crying upon me you were, on my grave.
I was beneath the layers of the earth.
My body buried in the dirt.
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We Don't Belong
Poetry*she stared at the other side* Was it dark or was it light? She has to choose what is right, But the shadows are fading, as shadows don't form without no light. She has to see through her mind in which she has been captured, she has to fight her dem...
