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Tortured: Mind, Body and Soul
[[I'm not Emo lol I was just super depressed, being about 16 at the time]]
Look deep in me, search and find
the tortured soul and dormant mind.
The fight has long been left to dust
in which lies only the hope-filled rust.
I thirst to know, yet unable to learn,
long to be touched, yet for solitude yearn.
I know not happiness, nor kindness, nor fun;
I know commands: Your will be done.
I long to sleep, to never wake,
then in fear I shall no longer quake.
To be freed of my bonds, forever more,
that is what I most yearn for.
My ignorance becomes me,
naivety of three.
If I consume the Earth,
will she consume me?
At the end of the tunnel, a hazy light,
the seductive throb of rest so bright.
I pray one night that I may dream,
and never again wake to scream
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