It’s been nothing else, but fear
Is there still some hope?
Is there any possibility of changes…
My heart, aching and my back, bouncing…
Scattered memories hold my fingers
A dark cloud with no silver lining
Pores, scars, dirt
Worm, veins, and rotten feelings
I’m a black hole
Filled with pus
I’m a cancer, a brain tumor
No words to describe
What and how worse can this get?
Focus on duty
Locus is nowhere
That’s a way to get over this.
Will I ever be free again?
Will I ever be me?
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