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Apr 24
the room is cold
air mixed with dread
I am alone
in my old bed

the lights are off
the sun is set
I see no more
I start to fret

the heartache comes
consumes me whole
I cannot hear
I lose my hope

the chime of bells
the townsfolk gather
I have no faith
please do not bother
Sometimes, I like to think about what death feels like. The kind that comes slowly, yet inevitably, and there's nothing you can do but wait for it.
Ash Executable
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Ash Executable  19/Non-binary/Far from home
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