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Things are getting out of hand. Peace is no where to be found. I'm tired of contemplating, And trying to understand, What can't be comprehended. My sanity fell into a Haystack of needles. In order to reclaim it I will have to bleed. There are no easy answers. Yet answers are what I need. How can I make amends When I still don't understand Who I'm supposed to be? This story is a difficult one to tell. Especially when it comes To telling it well from start to finish. And in order to do so I need to remove myself From this diseased prison cell. Then maybe I will find The redemption I long for And lift this evil spell. Then maybe I’ll be reborn From the ashes of myself
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Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC
Rebirth
Things are getting out of hand. Peace is no where to be found. I'm tired of contemplating, And trying to understand, What can't be comprehended. My sanity fell into a Haystack of needles. In order to reclaim it I will have to bleed. There are no easy answers. Yet answers are what I need. How can I make amends When I still don't understand Who I'm supposed to be? This story is a difficult one to tell. Especially when it comes To telling it well from start to finish. And in order to do so I need to remove myself From this diseased prison cell. Then maybe I will find The redemption I long for And lift this evil spell. Then maybe I’ll be reborn From the ashes of myself
AllyRose
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Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC
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