I think sometimes this city is sucking away my soul.
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Stories by -Nytro•gin-
Corpses' Flowers Grow
A book of poetry from me. They're all written by me in my rawest forms.
What We're Made Of.
"The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour"
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Ametic
"Two things that I will be sure of,
the sun will always fall for the moon,
and I will always fall for...