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May 2014
In the depths of my being
Lay my soul hurt, scathed
Wounded kept me tearing apart
As I stood fix,eyes with fiery sight
Longing for that battle to stop
Deadly fangs bit me at last

As i scamper,a wounded animal in the dark
Opaque eyes,cylinder sky
The glaring of the light
Beyond these plight
How will I get out
On my enormous fight?

Strange noises.blazing eyes
Help me get out from this maze
Counting stars my outnumbered days
Free from hate,so I can rest...
cora chan
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cora chan  philippines
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