Eternity would be a curse if it were to see her only once in a lifetime, but such a blessing to get a glimpse.
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existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
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Eternity would be a curse if it were to see her only once in a lifetime, but such a blessing to get a glimpse.
