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I ate my own heart out
and I’ve never felt better.
Empty chest but my soul is full-
regrettable actions to fill the hole.
You can see it upon my face-
from these far-too-gone eyes
to that ****** crooked smile.
Don’t love this creature for it
has found peace in destroying itself.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  Australia
       Darrell Landstrom, BR Dragos and Traveler
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