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Harvested anger will tarnish your soul 

Piece after piece it devours me whole  

Full of resentment 

Full of regret 

Flashbacks are abstract 

For they won’t let me forget 

I’m calcinated 

Didnt make it 

Just the ashes of my soul 

Once warm full of light 

But now dark and only cold 

I really don’t feel the same 

For everything has changed 

I always wondered 

But now I suffer

From the very same thing.

 

 

◄ The Cage

Exhausting ►

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