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Wrists of the Fallen
Nothing left ot pick up after.
Emotionally unsatisfying pieces
of a broken girl
made whole by a hatred
spanning lifetimes.
Only the incarceration
of a shell of self-loathing
covering the insanity
inside the fallen angel
remains as a prelude
to the downfall of it all.
Everything falls apart at some time,
now, it seems, it was predestined.
Delete the comment above. That was not me.