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I was empty when I started Tried to find a remedy Really I was pretentiously Fighting my inner artist. Heartless... Is that really what they think of me? I was on the brink of the Fate of many martyrs.         And for starters...         I had no clue what to do.         I entrapped myself in seclusion.         Time alone         To reformulated,         To re-braid my DNA,         My motives.         I tried to wriggle to the light.         I jabbed, thrusted, fought.         Just to get a glimpse of myself.         The new me.         Remedy.         But I couldn't.         I was stuck in my mind. And I was going crazy No way to get away from the Torment that was containing me.         So I wrote...         I became the artist         That I always wanted to be.         I injected my pain infused art,         Meticulously,         On the sandpaper canvas         That was my life. Holding me deep in vacancy.         That, was my nightmare. And then I broke out. I simply... woke up. So I learned how to dream.
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
Broken Sonnet
I was empty when I started Tried to find a remedy Really I was pretentiously Fighting my inner artist. Heartless... Is that really what they think of me? I was on the brink of the Fate of many martyrs.         And for starters...         I had no clue what to do.         I entrapped myself in seclusion.         Time alone         To reformulated,         To re-braid my DNA,         My motives.         I tried to wriggle to the light.         I jabbed, thrusted, fought.         Just to get a glimpse of myself.         The new me.         Remedy.         But I couldn't.         I was stuck in my mind. And I was going crazy No way to get away from the Torment that was containing me.         So I wrote...         I became the artist         That I always wanted to be.         I injected my pain infused art,         Meticulously,         On the sandpaper canvas         That was my life. Holding me deep in vacancy.         That, was my nightmare. And then I broke out. I simply... woke up. So I learned how to dream.
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
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