The wold is amazing but suffering and grazed. innocents is blazed with hatred and rage, same old games being played. i hate the dark hell i fell into and faced, sometimes still the same, not fazed but i wont sit and gaze till my final days. so gotta get up and make a change. tick tock the erosion on rocks forms the storms fade away today. sun rays beaming, seamlessly creeping up and stealing the demon away for the evening. feel like i beat him but never defeated him, so shadows lurking slowly turning my mind to dust, its on me like rust. im sure not fussed, gives me someone to talk to till dusk.. Ag
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