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And these words I have contempt flew out of me, myself. The screeching resonance around me, echoing all around me. The face I once was wore was never again For darkness impaled the light Screeching of horror as the light fades away Into the pages of bright And the ink of dark, kept on rustling Scratching Painting those words out of my head, Making truth of what I have seek What was left was a book I have once discovered.
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There is a war raging within me, a constant battle between what I know and what I feel. My priorities became a blur after you happened, and absence never felt so real.

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