Shattered
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Last published Sun, Apr 29, 2018
Tainted by the expectations of society. The impurities of the world, stripping away the sanity prevalent amongst the victims. The victims identified as the perpetrators, and the liars. Feeling like a prisoner, a victim kidnapped from the thread of hope present in the world. A world which becomes hell, for the sufferer. The words becoming swords, slashing away the happiness that comes my way.
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