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My ink has dried up
My fingers crack and shake
My thoughts are empty
My insides churn and ache

Where did all the beauty go?
The colors have been muted
I beg, I plead, I bargain
But all hope has been polluted

I’ve choked on my own words
My pale lips a dark blue
Gurgling on the letters
Y-o-u.
Written by JessicaMurray (Ghoul Queen)
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