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Trenched tears
I gasp and flee my mind and misery and taste the flame, my heart untamed. The wrath I prevent and start to vent is beginning to unfold.
Dreams of weeping and weeping of dreams that haunt my head, something always get old and something are never dead. I wished to proceed into the new and genuine me and clearly I can see that I'm just making my own misery.
It's the flavor of spite and rage inside that sits next to love and a heart that just bled... Strongly it makes no sense and I want it back but it's all just bent, and bent that I see will rot even more, nothing will save it unless the pain untore.
You have the patience and I have a concience, and I can't help to think, are you hungry? Eat at my soul and fill up on glutony and flee my side while I'm sitting in the rain, how I never enjoyed such a time of pain. It's useless now, I have nothing left to indure, my stomach is full, not much to procure.
