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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Jul 4, 2014

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Remembering past
Endeavours, I couldn't
Bear this pain
In my soul
Reborn from
The ashes and
Healed of all wounds

The Lonely Leaf.

OliviaMichalski

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MatthewWilliams777

Jul 13, 2014

really touching

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