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Self-Inflicted Wounds (Free verse) by wilco

At last the demons have split the core Of all that I hold dear. The lovers entwined along the path to Hell, May they burn for their happiness? The anger and the illusion of freedom Are all that is left in this cold room. Suffice to say that the end may have come For the last bastion of hope in my soul.

Dovina 12-Feb-11/8:11 PM
You used to be better than this. What the hell's gone wrong?




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