Now confined to my sense of turmoil taking
From my silenced
An eluded violent catharsis
A moral state beyond the blade I
The silence breaks she screams she cries
Her mouth bleeds the
On the inside I am breathing
There is no hope or
Heavy foot steps still remind me
How you would say goodnight
The
Reduced so your now a felon to this age
Feigned behind
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