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The scream that cannot be heard The anguish untold Flesh and blood: A humoured existence Only the lonely Only the abstract Only the memories Comfort me. I am blinded by truth So stark and unforgiving I am struck down Down in a hole A deep pit of my making And I cannot get out.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
Expression of Pain in Brevity One
The scream that cannot be heard The anguish untold Flesh and blood: A humoured existence Only the lonely Only the abstract Only the memories Comfort me. I am blinded by truth So stark and unforgiving I am struck down Down in a hole A deep pit of my making And I cannot get out.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
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