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I asked myself to stop loathing everybody, for the reason that it made him dull, dark, and sad. My rascal and virtuous side fought each other. While my innocent self, trying to figure out what happened to my novel soul. Everything made it blunt, that it couldn't feel anything, even its own care. Well with its limited feelings, it tried to abate the disseminating abhor with the help of its cherub. I tried, I mean we tried to dissuade my rascal side to stop. Then we got bruised and now we settled on a gloomy dark niche.
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His Quill and my Inkwell
PoetryKeen Alex here! If you remember "My homophobic crush" That's me! I'm the writer. I will be posting my poems and prose here on my workbench ^-^ . . . Will never will
