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pulling weakly at my hair
just to feel some pain
other than that which fills my lungs
suffocates
has nature birthed me a victim
or have i brought this on myself
am i stronger than my brothers
or has every man felt what i have felt
no catalyst, no reason, no seed, no self respect
i am a shell of a man, broken beyond repair
no one there to pull my hair,
further from heaven than lucifer himself
no answer, no air, no tears left to cry
at the heart of every ocean lies a boy stuck in a well