Tynka66
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Playing with words can be the most challenging task which can yield the most confusing understanding

Joined: July 2021 Last seen: 1 month ago

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Lament Why does the past relentlessly regurgitate a searing sorrow? I need the inescapable nudity left by pain; dormant yet constantly restless, Unfathomable depth where evil conceals its wickedness, lurking on a possible tomorrow. Cloaked with an... – *by Ann O’Neamus*	5 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
The Ex How could I invite an evil ghoul in my heart? Was I so naive that I couldn’t see the signs? Lamentably, I didn’t read between the lines. And now my life is torn... – *by Ann O’Neamus*	3 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

Why does the past relentlessly regurgitate a searing sorrow?
I need the inescapable nudity left by pain; dormant yet constantly restless,
Unfathomable depth where evil conceals its wickedness, lurking on a possible tomorrow.
Cloaked with an...

– by Ann O’Neamus

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added 2 months ago

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The Ex

How could I invite an evil ghoul in my heart?
Was I so naive that I couldn’t see the signs?
Lamentably, I didn’t read between the lines.
And now my life is torn...

– by Ann O’Neamus

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added 2 years ago

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