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as of lately, me.-



i forgot how to use my words.

any opinion voiced, could turn us to disaster.

i am rival to self,

an opponent to my credit,

i revolve through my person,

turmoil underneath, but stone~like oneness on the surface.

my silence mkes those who dare to come close, deaf.

i burn with the fire that turns men into ashes,

i watch them suffer, sometimes i join in.

as the process of it all unfolds,

i remain torn, like a broken heart. severed.