The Internal Vice
The clouded spectrum of my ambition
Leads me to my shrouded past
An enemy engraved in my foreseeable truth
Haunting the memory of self-deprecation
I long for the abstract freedom of my youth
But instead I face the familiar wall
I pray unto thee to grant me vision
Or thus this troubled soul shall remain still
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