Apr23 Made It Myself Posted on April 23, 2022 by Mystertim Standard My heart is bleak and desolate place, Ice cold, encased in a cage of bone. As I stare into the darkness a shadow flickers, What dares intrude my hell of being alone? 04/23/2022 Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterLinkedInTumblrPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
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