Her past is a perennial plant, her mistakes an elongated trunk that
twists and turns inside her brain until she can't breathe.And she knows her demons will last a lifetime supporting untamed
emotions that have persisted in her soul.So when she blossomed
her spine grew thorns drenched in hate
that had nowhere else to go.
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Screaming Into The Void
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