Fragments of the last attempt
To kill what never fades away
To bring a little contempt
and put this sentiment at bay.
I need to be free, to exempt
from this pain that may.
From this room unkempt
where my soul is stray.
I wish my soul could heal
That it could vibrate and shine
and gain a new appeal.
But in fact I know it’s not fine
it is in darkned, unrevealed
and there’s no way it will align.
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