

My SoulMy torments as ghosts among men, neither alive nor false. Few admit my anguish, few acknowledge my sin. My Soul rings out with deafening mortality.My Soul
Dark whispers of an indifferent heart cloud my own. Thickening, torturous, refusing definition, Such immensity unknown.
My own emotions sicken me. To look upon beauty itself is near unbearable. My past haunts me without mercy.
Why do I choose to linger, to not forget? Subtle promises of a perfect future present me no comfort. Confined to silent madness, I offer no gifts.


Perfect BlossomFrom a distance I watch myself. A constant tension within me. Peaceful, though curiously unbalanced. My mind provokes subtle yet troublesome dreams.Perfect Blossom
I near the last of these days. Like the change of seasons, I watch as time approaches. History displays its perfect execution. Life manifests its unbroken purpose.
The perfect blossom flourishes in all its rare splendor.


Wrought SmilesDefying such logic and order, I progress. Despite absolute law and reason. Given regard not to sanity, Swiftly I endure. Crucial subtleties I brush aside. Disrespecting such effort and worth, No words describe my hate, my horror. Ill willed, though I do not look it. My Malignity unequaled. Cold and methodical, myself I sicken.Wrought Smiles
Echoes
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Ashley
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balls to the wall
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balls to the wall
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balls to the wall
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ºoº Mawz
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Ashley
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balls to the wall
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balls to the wall
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balls to the wall
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balls to the wall
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