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My head is a bowl of whirling thoughts
My mind,a rugged sea of jagged waves and shattered dreams

A caricature of a fulfilled life
Cartoonish belief in hope

The earth is my oyster and my grave
The paradox of a tortured soul

Spat on as I stagger,drunk of the blood of my repeated  failures 
Cursed to wander the earth in blood and ashes

Torn out of my chest
My bloody,thumping heart

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