Part 12: An Ode to Yourself

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I'm falling down a

dark, deep, internal hole,

with nothing but rage and hatred

tunneling around me.

Flashbacks are turning into 

reality, 

once again.

The future continues 

to unavel,

but I am nothing but numb

The words will not hurt you,

until you realize,

they were 

right.

Your piercing screams

and 

worthless tears

aren't here

and 

your pain engulfs you,

so anger controls you,

and hatred is you.

And then, you want nothing more 

then light.

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