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Reiteration to Obliteration
Something missing, nothing new
cut my heart out for something to do
I'll bleed out and not make a sound
at least then my mind won't be bound
by these horrid thoughts, whatever they are
or maybe I'm just a walking scar
what I am is what I've been
and what I've become is because of my sin
an awaiting disaster, waiting to go off
a self destructive cycle stuck in a trough
