Think of me
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broken
the sky is falling i am running. always away never towards. pieces pelt me crack broken irreprarable.
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fantasies
Its math class, trigonometry. the teacher drones on about logs and multiplication but i am not paying attention. my mind has been consumed by death.…
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I Am Alice
When the lovely flowers Begin to sing When the flies Become beautiful I will wait for you at waters edge Near the Hatter’s grave And the…
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