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Jan 2022
How much less can I endure?
My body the vehicle of despair
Puncturing my throat
To soothe my soul
The dim days
Swayed my name
Seduction my drug
Wishing for the daylight
Slowly disappearing
So much so I forgot my winters
Slowly but surely
One day at a time
Maybe one day my Summer will come.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
Confessions of Aggression
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