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The inevitability of it all.
Circumstances shrouding my already clouded mind.
Each day brings me the growing atrociousness.
I try to stand up for what i want, only to be shoved down a greater hole.
A hole dug as a grave for my desacrated soul.
Trapped beneath six feet of desolate darkness.
I will await my reincarnation.

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