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v * v

Hatred, sorrow humanity.
Thou I hate. Crying, is forever too late.

Survival brings great harm, though
brute strength..
Where do the weakest trot?

Solemn caress of rain.
Where comfort lies in the creases of death.

Reflection, as our noses
to brother sky crumble down before us.

We rot in the sun.
We are children dancing in the graves.

I
am
Emily

and im trying to love

<3

4.?.13 <3