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My Own Poison

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WindMeister8

Published: Apr 30, 2015

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I hate the soundof people laughing.Cos I’m deep undergroundburying my crying.I envy their happinessand...

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Ellysiumn

Apr 17, 2019

Hallo! Featured here

EVERYONE DESERVES TO BE FEATURED45 Art Feature for all my watchers. Thank you all who participated in my POLLMMy Own PoisonI hate the sound
of people laughing.
Cos I’m deepoof featherless birds.writing
is the art of
spilling my soul,
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