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Tis' a wicked flower. That sucks life. Till its roots are withered. Love. They call it. When like meets like, The end of the world starts, Watering, Their little garden of skulls.
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maerdyad

I don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, out of nowhere.

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