On The Brink
I doubt.
I rage.
I hate.
I loath.
I piece together my shattered soul.
I reach out and have no hold.
I see empty space;
And call it home.
I rage.
I hate.
I loath.
I piece together my shattered soul.
I reach out and have no hold.
I see empty space;
And call it home.
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