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I think my nights will always be bleak if it wasn't for you.
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Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
xliv. Dreams
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I think my nights will always be bleak if it wasn't for you.
