The Wrath I Seek
I am now seeking the place I used to fear.
Desperation turns silent in here.
It is as if I have been chosen for this theft.
It is as if each attempt at help increases the rift.
Why have I chosen to adapt to danger?
The events in my memory are even stranger.
The voices I used to adore…
I am now being guarded behind a door.
Compliance is what they train.
So that we are dependent on what they force on our veins.
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