Fighters Remorse

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my rib cage heats into my lungs
as the anger wraps up like a snake on vines
my spine can barely rectify the way my nerves feel, i'm left in a devastated frenzy,
my mind no longer influenced by the sun
the moon appears before my eyes,
i say, please wipe away this pain.

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