My mind heaves battles right and the left, expecting an attack from either side, never anticipating its own combustion leading to my inevitable demise.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
شِعر"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
Demise
My mind heaves battles right and the left, expecting an attack from either side, never anticipating its own combustion leading to my inevitable demise.
