Self-Infliction

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Everything's breaking
Slowly falling apart
Beating with the strands of my heart
Every little carved detail into a story
Slowly twisting
Slowly turning
Weaving within and throughout
Flowing through smoothly without a doubt
Creating all the shades that I needed
For all the patches and bandages of blood that I bleeded
Nothing makes sense
Not without words
Everything hurts
As it swiftly turns
Intertwining in a never-ending maze
With the fields of grass with a graze
Churning....
It's pirouetting in spirals
Dancing so viral
With all the sweat and blood I could offer
With golden victory
Becoming history...

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