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Shattered Spirit Introspection reveals my rage shamed into the silence of my subconscious. The fountain of compassion mourns the pain so intimate tormenting my nature. My sobs are scarce merely to moisten cheeks rolling off my self-respect. Expressions are delicate submissive experiencing the past terrified of the recollection. Events of torture explode offensive and abhorrent. As fury ignites I recoil hiding myself from what they accomplished. Suffering beyond reason my body lay defiled broken. They took what they demanded succeeding to end my liberty. Before myself aspiring to find peace to look onward. These villains of past will leave me someday in peace. |
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