To whom it may concern:


I am lost.

Trapped in a dream of which I cannot awake.

Whasting away as these demons expend my every gasping breath

Heartbreak, envy, pain, lechery, confusion, and misplacement consume my helpless being.

My soul cries out, longing to be heard.

My conscience bleeds, setting free emotions stuffed down inside.

I long to be released, my soul set free from the agony of my grieving.

My conscience liberated; no longer bearing the burden of discharging the despair bottled from within.

May the wounds close and heal.

Set me free.

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