Talking to an abstract, Yet figurative image of myself Seen vagely from this Dim and misty place All those beings Are like faceless And with tranquilled hearts Words like hunted flesh They return again... and again Calling up the stirs of pain Walking down those stairs again I am barely the shadow Of my former self 'cause I NO LONGER CARE! FUCK YOU..... ALL OUT THERE !!!
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