Lauren Tyrrell
Joined March 2020
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Alleviating the darkness, one day at a time.
Irish.
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My End.
The sound of rain spilling from the heavens eases the dying feeling within my chest. I am one of many here today, a lowly procession for the damned and depraved. I can see specters above the milky clouds, dancing and screaming at the same time, waiting to welcome the innocent home.
By Lauren Tyrrell4 years ago in Poets