I can die here for shure.
Bested

Through your rootsI could smell the words in the air, like smoke signals, but aromatic smelling uncanny to a white lotus or sweet grass, the scent was thick almost erotic. The words were like chocolate in my head, Telling me where I was lead a-stray, They drew me a map in charcoal on bark, Unclear at first but I followed each and every vein, found my way through my roots. The tunnel was dark and getting smaller, I scratched at the walls and tamped the dirt under my hands and knees, I became claustrophobic and found it hard to breathe as if there were a constrictor curling around me spinning and squeezing me harder and more often than not. Frantically digThrough your roots


Round and around and around itRound and around and around it all goes.Round and around and around it
Into the night I have fallen into the darkness have I reached too far? Theirs the blood on my hands theirs the hearts I have broken souls given over to despair to take whats been taken to write paid.
I have loved know you that loved with all I was loved with all I am or could be, where are they now who are they now what happened to.
Round and around and around it goes is that blood on my hands or payment for my pain?
Night witcher
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Word to your neden, Im just tellin the deal.
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Hugs Tugs Rubs X's O's h's And Woah's
TTYS
Eggy
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My melon baller eyes see through panes and panes and pains.
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