Square One
Baren dispair I'm barely even here in this desolate town I call my mind, broken and bent outa time ,actions have been outa line ,left the town in mess an distress,the waste land I created,the self I've hated, the monster I'm become,heart broken, sharp with my tounge, made vacancies for disrespectful guests,now I'm back to square one on my spiritual quest
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