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Sick of teasing demons Shackled out of arms reach Snarling, hungry for a chunk of flesh Patient for days, weeks Following silently, cold malicious desire Whispering deadly temptations Joyfully dumping fuel Enraging my eternal fire Shackled to life’s patterns Evolving and growing, pattens match stride Shapes that appear gone and broken Still spread ripples far and wide Places and friends that felt like home Left behind, changed or no more Hold a spot in my heart forever and ever And alone I will endure.
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
Tired
Sick of teasing demons Shackled out of arms reach Snarling, hungry for a chunk of flesh Patient for days, weeks Following silently, cold malicious desire Whispering deadly temptations Joyfully dumping fuel Enraging my eternal fire Shackled to life’s patterns Evolving and growing, pattens match stride Shapes that appear gone and broken Still spread ripples far and wide Places and friends that felt like home Left behind, changed or no more Hold a spot in my heart forever and ever And alone I will endure.
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Stetsonmatthew
25/M/Boston
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
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