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Tuesday 23 September 2014

Escape.

One mean offence after another.
You destroy the sacred.
Left with naught.
You whither away, through the night.
Awaken with a cold, numb pain in your bones.
Move with a heaviness in your soul.
Breathe in the grimy air that was once pure.
Your veins pump a poison.
A mind swollen with remorse.
Emptiness pervades your body.
Sinking into a void.

You cannot escape yourself.

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