In thy darkened soul full of light,
why must I take thy burden's bite.
In what way can I swallow that?
I can barely lift my head off the ground stuck in mud with face filled,
with insects of torture, on a rainy day.
How many times must I survive with thy heavy heart, that I can't stand.
I cry in my sleep before I'm awakened with torture.
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I see thyself in the mirror filled with horror and decay.
Go is it, that I see?
Is it I who I have failed to do my duty, when I was required to?
Thy should go feral without permission?
I quote from a fairytale when a princess wonders,
'When will my life begin?'
I'm a caged bird with limited access one calls freedom.
That bothers thy personality of human such as myself.
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In mental pain, I am.
In mental anguish, I am.
I throw thy heart into a cage of no return.
Where thy 'motions bury within the ground of nature.
With a mother's scornful glance filled with envy and denial without a life of her own.
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I sleep with the wounds bestowed upon me.
Only thou can see.
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In many ways as one we were meant to bring glory lore.