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Curse Of The Past

Too open. Like each pulsating wound on a body almost stabbed to death by broken promises. Pouring out fresh blood continuously regardless of their dates of print... Too open. Like the void within a mangled souled who's yet to find a family and home. Empty of the kind of love only another can bring... Too... Continue Reading →

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