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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
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