Downwards, downwards- Life=B9s spiraling descent. All love is lost. = Premature and unreasoning. Perversely chained without any values. = Wretched, degraded. Take it all on the chin. To forever hold my piece..... The reins turned noose pull taunt as I fall. The figment is more painful than the fact, And I=B9m the one to hang, just for being me! The murky clouds wash, solace comforts me not, And I=B9m the one to hang, just for being me! Black numbing blanket smothers attrition once and for all.
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