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Jun 2013
My sorrow turns to rage
as my rage then melds back into grief.

I cannot close my eyes
without this cognitive motif;
images, imagination,
regret and disbelief.

**** this,
I want to die.

Such thorough disgust.

But I don't want to die as this,
not yet.

but it's there. Eating away.

I can tell
Tonight I'll know no sleep.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
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