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Thursday, December 10, 2015

Agony

My well woven existence
Slowly began to unravel
Already in visible shamble
On the fringe of complete dishevel
 
Current days feel like
On rocky terrain
Nights are harder, so to speak,
As I beg to relieve the pain
 
There’s the constant battle
To pick between flight and fight
As my body gets chafed and filed
All I seek out is respite
 
 

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