A World Torn To Pieces
Escapades pursued with passion and abandon, blindness entertained to the hilt, perverse attitude embraced to the exclusion of any sanity modicum have torn my world to pieces as remorse strives to awaken my moribund mind.
Broken, foresaken
sunken to the lowest ebb
I eat my humble pie.
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