Once chewed up and spit out, flavorless.
Stepped on, stretched out, abused, misused.
But, somehow your rejuvenated, back to new....it's a miracle.
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Self Infliction to the Soul
PoetryBroken walls, shattered glass that has been filled with dismembered memories...Could only mean one thing, depression to the mind and infliction to the soul.
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Once chewed up and spit out, flavorless.
Stepped on, stretched out, abused, misused.
But, somehow your rejuvenated, back to new....it's a miracle.
