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Torment

Tape the darkness like a boat with holes, run in circles like a wind up toy, fighting this hell like a useless war. Tears not cried, lips that lie, eyes that hide, behind a look like a child with broken trust. Sword to this heart shatters, like the glass bottle to the floor. Pain is no stranger to me, to my life, to today or it’s tomorrow.

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