Defeated
This night I fall, fumbeling, stumbeling. Blinded by bitter tears of rage and remourse.
I scour the street for the dull edge. The thin line between this world and the next. I
am broken, a wasted shell, the seed of life has been crushed, before it could be
sewn. I moan in my heart this pain is too great, sacrifices reluctantly offered, yet
neccissarry. I bleed, I cry for my heart as I watch it crumble. My distruction is nigh,
is there a cure? This disease threatens my very existance. So I'll cease to exist.
Never more shall I hurt, never more shall I break, I am defeated.
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