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Jul 2022
There will be no catharsis
what you wait on
when you keep hurting
like the sense of this ego

here there is no angel
in your lost heaven
where you love ideas

and when you were no longer a kid
you will seek pain as if it were love
and may then you be loved
so your cold blood will know
for how alone has been, the broken god along

for never will your soul to those
who never had it to lose
be as it is to those
who better could have known
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