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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.
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