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Streets of Manhattan Valley: 108th Street between Columbus Ave and Amsterdam Ave in upper Manhattan
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i will never forget and i will never forgive the people who chose this. we all have to suffer the consequences they alone deserve.
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Nosferatu, digital illustration by Helgean
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Pockets Full of Stones
The air feels heavy against my breath
Like a thousand thoughts crushing me to death
Can't figure out the when's or how's or why's
Always knew that chances die in goodbyes
Can't seem to get things right so far
Racing thoughts crashing faster than cars
How do I begin to heal from all these scathing scars?
And if without an ending the story is just paused
How does one heal from all the damage caused?
The swinging aura that's sometimes hot and cold
and new mistakes that seem just like the old
For me to grow I've much to make up and atone
But my heart's still drowning with pockets full of stones
--Sin The Black 🌹 Rose
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