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Disbelief of your tragedic grief. Has no relief. I guess we should rest. Have tranqulity in your ability. Doubts abominate my fate. You should'nt have lied about being on my side. Can you make it So I don't have to wait? Isolate the fears you create. Swallow the hate. The critics don't accommodate. Don't follow the void that is hollow. THAT IS INSANE IN YOUR BRAIN. With only yourself to blame. Standing barefoot & naked in the pouring rain. © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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