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I transcend this battle. Let these chains fall from my wrists, May they disintegrate and gather dust. I am no more a slave to that impulse. Sighs, this aching soul; Soon, freedom. I purge the hunger. Clawing the sickness out, These parasitic thoughts find no host in me. Voices, in the back of my head; whispering to me in the night. Demons dance within my belly. Yet, this aching soul; Home to only me. This darkness I carry, does not control me. No longer ill and somehow brave; These eyes drown the past. I fight to rise above. I deactivate these addictions inside. Overcome, this aching soul; Now carries liabilities. Lost in phantasms, I, prodigal daughter. Alas, the mire; moral ambiguity. Crawling my way to the surface, In remembrance of once unyielding faith. I breathe again, a sickeningly sweet west wind; Cloying zephyr. Patience, aching soul; I metamorphose. Dawn ‘till dusk. This fragile heart, Beats evermore. Eyes now open. This quest demands all. Reaching deep inside my chest, I salvage hope. Me, Again. Heal, aching soul; We’re found. I transcend this battle. Let these scars ‘round my wrists, Chronicle where I have been. I am no more a specter in this war of shadows beneath my skin. Rest, my aching soul; Now, freedom.

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Me, Again

I transcend this battle. Let these chains fall from my wrists, May they disintegrate and gather dust. I am no more a slave to that impulse. Sighs, this aching soul; Soon, freedom. I purge the hunger. Clawing the sickness out, These parasitic thoughts find no host in me. Voices, in the back of my head; whispering to me in the night. Demons dance within my belly. Yet, this aching soul; Home to only me. This darkness I carry, does not control me. No longer ill and somehow brave; These eyes drown the past. I fight to rise above. I deactivate these addictions inside. Overcome, this aching soul; Now carries liabilities. Lost in phantasms, I, prodigal daughter. Alas, the mire; moral ambiguity. Crawling my way to the surface, In remembrance of once unyielding faith. I breathe again, a sickeningly sweet west wind; Cloying zephyr. Patience, aching soul; I metamorphose. Dawn ‘till dusk. This fragile heart, Beats evermore. Eyes now open. This quest demands all. Reaching deep inside my chest, I salvage hope. Me, Again. Heal, aching soul; We’re found. I transcend this battle. Let these scars ‘round my wrists, Chronicle where I have been. I am no more a specter in this war of shadows beneath my skin. Rest, my aching soul; Now, freedom.