I slowly draw out each syllable to accentuate the fogginess of my mind. To lock away the hate, to stand albeit. Never will you find a bottle in the ocean with the the secret message to my heart. It doesn't require climbing a tree. It's not found at the end of a rainbow or inside a locket. All you must do is look deeply into my eyes. The blue will stare back at you. There you will find in minuscule, almost incomprehensible, letters: "desolate".
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