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Scotlass	Castrated by the harshness Of the looks that need no words. A sickness roiled inside him Borne of all the lies he’d heard. Eyes reddened from the endless nights where sleep could not be found. The faces screaming endlessly Their angst made not a sound.
Poetryality	Bitter memories evolving Like a time that has no halt Nightmarish situations More than sure it's all my fault
Keith	But then he woke to broad daylight Castrated? No! (relieved) And though his face was pinched and white 'Twas not what he'd conceived. He'd had a dram and then a dream A nightmare, but untrue And so he opened up the fridge And found some Irn Bru Its tangy taste awaked his mind And, buckling on his kilt, He walked out in the world to find Another day of guilt
Lace1	Though he found it hard to carry on, with nightmares running through his head, he knew he'd face the day, and conquer his terrible guilt ridden heart.