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This Is The Desolate Soul I Possess.
I loathe these four walls that surround me,
Encompassing me to my darkest cogitations.
Wretched words that had escaped my lips
dishearten the momentary bliss
I struggle endlessly to obtain.
They trap me in my own sorrow
and besiege what is left of my ecstasy,
Until I am left with nothing
but the shadows of oblivion
dancing atop my coffin.
And when my eyes commence to shut,
And my body submits to the misery
Conserved to the pit of my stomach,
I lie and wonder
If I cross your mind
As much as you cross mine.
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