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Rotten Fruit
And so it was
And time knew no boundaries
Thrust back to twelve years old
Twelve years of joy and blessings and unfortunate occurences
But we don't talk of those
For that brings guilt, shame.
Darkness on light kills joy.
Killjoy!
Bringer of ill thought
Bringer of death
Death of present and future.
Always living in the past
And they say, don't live in the past
Live in the here and no...
Sunday 27th September 2020 9:43 am
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