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No one wanted you anyway he said. No one wanted you. The scars on your back are there for a reason. Reflections of bitten nails etched into flesh. Smell that burning away of fragrant emotion. The happiness that once instilled you to move on that can be reached no more. The abomination left is now an embarrassment. So cry all you want but no one will notice and no one will hear those sobs.

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Tears well up and choked back. It’s not from an ocean
but my daemon who sits on top of that life and torrent
and ocean. That daemon who pulls me down, below myself.
That daemon whose voice I hear in the stillness of the
moment.

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There is this harsh darkness revolving,
It’s eyes wrapped around me.
No good coming from the evil,
Night settling in for a kill.
Bastion of mourners cry for me,
As the stillness of sound beckons.
Follow the river that lies over the hill,
And it’s mouth be drowned in tears.
Wicked little boy stands on the bridge,
Casting stones on to passersby.
For the lightning that will strike him
Shall surely strike me with twice the hate.

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The end temptation

That evil whispering pursed
it’s lips and silently told
me yes, do it, do it now.
From that darkness I escaped
to lay outside its door.

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I write

I write, when the depression slows upon me.
I write, when the paranoia beckons me in.
Who will be next?
Who will hate next?
Where is the relief?
I write, wondering why it is this way.
I write, wondering why it is born again.

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There is great seclusion inside me,
a hollowness that haunts and twists me in the wind.
I feel time-worn.
I feel brittle.

My heart throes with an arrant sadness,
a pit of death inside my depth-less conscience aches.
I feel anguish.
I feel stricken.

Lamentations of a lonely soul,
a desolate past, uncollected memories.
I feed abandonment.
I feed abdication.

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