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Jun 30, 2006
and it's just a loop.
the memory, the life, the childhood trauma, and the severe harm
that creeps in the murk are all there.
they crawl, soak, and sting your wounded heart as
what it destined to be
the hell isn't more than that.
you know you cannot run away but play the role it left
to you. you'd best pray, lay, and then
slain. brutally, bloodily, anything couldn't change
someone lied, betrayed, turned blank-faced,
saying nothing warm when you need some explanation
explanation never fixed
life is a struggle and you oughta live it
and it's a loop indeed. a hell is
where the story begins and grows, never ends
sad stories are usually told by a lowered tone
abrades life itself, shines no more