Die, please – my inner child.
You were hurt, and rehurt again all over again.
Redeem you can not, yourself and them.
The kid you seek is dead. Never sought after.
Never found. Die chilhood of mine, Because they wed themselves to you.
Poem “Child”
Die, please – my inner child.
You were hurt, and rehurt again all over again.
Redeem you can not, yourself and them.
The kid you seek is dead. Never sought after.
Never found. Die chilhood of mine, Because they wed themselves to you.
NEEDLEWRITER 
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