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Black Hole

Society's hot breath whispers its ugly secret

 

"You're not good enough"

It chants

Like claws to the skin

It rips up the past

Resurfaces old sin

 

"Forget the good, you've wasted away"

It feeds the demons

You've tried so hard to forget

But it's not that easy

You can't forget yet

 

*"No love for the ugly, the ****** the poor"*

It lies

It's way right into your soul

Digging up the dirt

That once filled the black hole

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ali-cronin
Published
Dec 10, 2013
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~12:01 pm 12/10/13

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