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The same thoughts, the same reasons,
They come back to me in convoluted feelings.
I'm trapped here, I'm stuck,
Because I'm still weighed down by those who promised me love.
I could beg, and I could plead,
Judged by all, broken reality.
Sew my mouth, steal my heart,
Tear my pride apart.
I admit it,
I'm just a grief stricken hypocrite.
And I'm aware that the root of all my problems lie with me.
I desecrated the pages,
Ruined with ink, from forcing out useless rhetoric.
I've bitten my tongue, I've wasted my time,
Kept all that poor advice in the back of my mind.
My failures define me.
Submerged in smoke,
Surrender to the flames.
There's no hope left,
I cannot be saved.
This is my desolation.
My bones are just burdens to me,
Decaying structures of agony.
I created my hurt,
I created my pain.
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