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Jul 5
I wish to cry,
but I must be numb,
to these emotions,
because they will not aid me,
when they come,
to take me away,
for my trials,
and charge me,
with unproductivity.
Let us all toast to Dystopia, for she is as inevitable as the passing of Time.
Written by
inkedsolace  F/daydreams
(F/daydreams)   
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