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Boon
I don't miss a pit
Like every mud
So formed,
Was for me.;
Even my tone
Turned dusky;
Sometimes it's like
A shield,
That covers me
From fake tears;
Yeah!
A curse so much,
turning into a boon.
© aLINE
Like every mud
So formed,
Was for me.;
Even my tone
Turned dusky;
Sometimes it's like
A shield,
That covers me
From fake tears;
Yeah!
A curse so much,
turning into a boon.
© aLINE
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