The Unspoke-Able Comments

you made me marshmello to the site of an empty hollow in the facial expressions you gave me
these articulating souls that can be alined like the devil in his own demoracy of life he pierced a pain to meet me that the shovel of pain of not appearing what he is killed me
terror marks the summon of union day, spiting the criminal in his own forgiving ways time is captured and you still dont know what to say until you reveal the secret i felt bitter pain
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