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How victorious
Is the victory in violence
I attack my matters
With such precision
All the damn time
I wonder if there's something I missed
Cause in the end
I still feel like breaking something
Wreck a piece of the world
For meddling with a piece of me
Fighting wars within
Wars outside
Above, beneath
I wonder if I've truly let go of my past
Or I'm letting everything drag me
Like Sisyphus
A constant pile
Can't shrug this
The devil says
Maybe I should drop them all
Drop my life
Drop this story of my life
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"stories" INCOMPREHENSION
PoésieThe things that distract me. All the things so intriguing. Storytelling... Poetry...
