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Rage and grief sear through the soul Pain and tears; all that’s felt Rip apart the heart to show the world Racing heartbeats; Pounding pulses Ring in the ears like a chorus Full of sorrow; Lacking joy Trembling thoughts; unsure futures Wounds to the inner body of this excluded mind Frustratingly easily trusting Leads to one’s own souls demise Poisoning all hope; Leaving despair Hoarding thoughts and convictions Sealing the hearts broken pieces Completely obliterating the torture from one soul to another