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by NightPersonality Jul 22, 2021 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Scrambling for purpose, Sinking further down, down. I can't find the surface, I think I'm going to drown. Ever watching eyes Ever present hate. Marching on to my demise, The game is set, checkmate. I am neither here nor there, Welcome all, to my nightmare.
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