

FraudulenceThe delicate chime of dew against webs. A song, far past your typical noted vernacular. What overcame you to be so fickle, So brittle, And strong?Fraudulence
Pretendful little child-doll. You'd sneer and call me something snide, Once we became younger than we are now. With your blonde little locks as a baby, And your eerily wide eyes.
I helped rock you to sleep, Once I was older. I'd sing to you, when you were scared, When you scarred yourself with pieces of strands of web. Took care of you, Like my younger mockingbird.
Now you'd ask my m
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THIS IS MY SHIT OF SIGNATURE!
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Catch me, catch me, catch me...
I'm falling away from me.
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Catch me, catch me, catch me...
I'm falling away from me.
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Finding beauty in the dissonance
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