Enjoy a simplistic story of renewed friendship though mental unwell. Allow your trauma and turmoil to spark a comfort in a line minded friend.
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Ä̤ D̤̈Ä̤N̤̈C̤̈Ë̤ Ï̤N̤̈ R̤̈Ä̤Ï̤N̤̈
When heavens fell from the sky of oils and ink,
Upon where trees are taller than they ought to be.
The redlines that hash the flesh,
The only anchor to the world we left.
The rat-breeding fear of decay and grey
Infects the carcass mind with the dawn of days.
The Book we lives burns upon the ground.
Dolor and ruin of us creatures unbound.
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25/06/2025