The pillars were already built to be broken, it's a predictable war, the loosen poor minds will always fight for more than what they can hold.
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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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The pillars were already built to be broken, it's a predictable war, the loosen poor minds will always fight for more than what they can hold.
