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Ancient unseen tears
Feel like I'm caved in; pectus excavatum; not worn, definitely weathered
Am I a broken man, a wrecked machine; that does not deserve to be treasured?
My heart feels apprehension; sensing deplorem
My arms are raised to this; arresting decorum
There's beauty within recuse; there's, however, damage in my eyes
There's no map to save my path within; just dead ends, just life's, goodbyes
This heart is a labyrinth compressed by metaphorical force
What if I'm not like any other?
Just a drifting ship; sailing existence without a defined course
Ancient unseen tears; do so smother
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