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This is the first thing I've written in over a decade. other titles of mine include black night, hate becomes us and lost in me. all written when i was a teen. [105 words]
To burnt out to care working without a soul or purpose. The pain behind my eyes finally surges into reality, no time to think just time to react. Before anything my mouth starts moving blurting words that even I can’t stand. I’m a child, I’m a man, and I’m nothing at all. This is how societies crumble and fall. Mediocre at best on my good days the pain in my eyes ignored. The anger, the paranoia, the worry, will once again make my eyes sore. All of it waiting to explore what’s beyond my head. The only thing stopping me in an inner war.
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