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Aug 2017
Treacherous thoughts that burnt my tounge coil together, it has begun
My minds estranged, chastened by shards; They cut like ice through my morals like a knife
Vague and formless pain of mine your tears are senseless and out of time
Drenched in subconscious, my untold strain
Countless contact
I don't profess your name
Sin
Confess
Revelations unfolds
Come in, come clean
Revoke pristine
Accept, allow
I'm stuck here now
Stop constraints of this affliction
The time is now
Proclaim addiction
Stíofáinín
Written by
Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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     David Noonan and Angharad
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