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The Unwanted Rise of Tears

My own downfall, being with no malice of intent. the gravity of being born with no force, my soul even wanders beyond my spirit. shame of uncleanliness; guilt of unworthiness, troubles of accepting, missing pieces that can't be held together. troubles with sanity, sometimes roughing it out to tip of the edge of reasoning. no rest for the weary, thanks!, things couldn't get any tougher than this. mentality co-existing with no hope of success, unwanted failures and regrets slowing me down until it all ends.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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