..Here I am, bright and pure, the blue of my eyes is captivating, but I am not in the world of the living...A bloody red ominous sky flows from my head. I plucked a poppy flower,and it was me..Suddenly a multitude of crosses collapse, and they are all ugly and distorted. I slide down a decrepit tree made of rotten plastic and bones..huge black crows talk to me, they are like huge black spots in my vision, their scream is deafening.
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1EnnieLo
17/04/2025
..Here I am,bright and pure,the blue of my eyes is captivating,but I am not in the world of the living.a bloody red ominous sky flows from my head.I plucked a poppy flower,and it was me.suddenly a multitude of crosses collapse,and they are all ugly and distorted.i slide down a decrepit tree made of rotten plastic and bones.huge black crows talk to me,they are like huge black spots in my vision, their scream is deafening
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