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F.C.S.L


Failure.
I have and I witness my own damnation.
Corruption.
I bleed and die in vain.
Sanity.
Awaken to a dark abyss and nothingness
Touches the face of my soul.
I am the child of a wicked forsaken man
who teaches death instead of survival.
Loneliness.
The mirrors portrays no image.
I know not who I am.
I know not love in it's raw form
But death as it sears my flesh.

Failure.
Corruption.
Sanity.
Loneliness.
Remove from me the mark of the beast.

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  • raw love
    August 7
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    aww buddy... hugs. Hang in there!


  • Subway
    August 7
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    WHEW!

    This piece lifted so much from my shoulders. I promise to never stop writing.