It happened again,
Self-control, my goal
Unfortunately, I have failed.
Who better to know me,
Then me?
This isn't the case,
I feel lost in my own skin,
My reflection is strange,
Much going on,
In my brain.
It happened again,
I can't break free
From this chain,
Can't find where
It's attached to me.
I want to be more than plain,
Instead, all I feel is pain.
The attack to come,
Is on myself.
Consumed in sadness,
Trying to remove
Bloodstains from the floor
With only my hands.
Whispers carry on the wind
Find a way into my ears.
Eyes filled with tears
It isn't me,
But it is..
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The Power Of Ink
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