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Repressing Wounds

A darkness of boredom, the forum of carcass ignored.. So harsh & departed, lets start this heartless detour.... Torn from the core but harmless, I’m forced to mourn regardless... 

 Regurgitate the hurt, but it’s permanent... In frustration I divert, in worse I burp elation... Lurking patience in disintegration, purge with disturbing anticipation... 

 Discretion oblivion, recession in delirium... In deep regret of a secret without receipt, I leave so conceived... Allude this depressing mood, & elude these Repressing Wounds...

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