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Living Like a Garden Rat
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The Influence Ive set fire to all my bridges just to try and keep myself warm.
destruction is all Ive known and it seems to leave a mark in this god forsaken home.
truth falls short upon deaf ears.
leaving spirits over encumbered by sheer misfortune and petty half hearted goodbyes.
all in a good days work it seems.
as my path of destruction starts to swallow me.
desensitized into believing i have found sanctuary in a battlefield.
i seek solitude in a ruined home where my only encouragement is a mirror that seems to show no reflection...
