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May 2015
The marks on my body form the map to my past.
Every burn a distant memory of a time I thought I wouldn't last.
I'm forever trapped in this vessel of pity and disgrace.
Can't you see the embarrassment present all over my face?
My soul forever longing the flames warm embrace.
Please. I beg you. Take me to that place.
Melancholia
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