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Pathetic

Rain pummels my soul beast holds dear, weakening me Looks of anguish, anger me Impatience runs through as their dejected glances burn. I am weak in their eyes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 7/6/2019 8:27:00 AM
Get dark shades...but it's true...through eyes comes sunshine or all what evil can do...
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Date: 7/5/2019 5:58:00 PM
Scary stuff, Debbie...Time to stare 'em down, I say! :) gw
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