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The Molting My mind became open the clarity surreal Vast years of such stagnance where I could not feel It sounded like a window that was shattered by rain It felt like a hard scab one pealed off with great pain. The visions so quick now I'm so scared they will leave I don't want to be barren I just want to believe I would like to evoke the inner feelings in you I would like you to see what my words really do If I can help but one person before the end of my life Then let my words be the target and let the truth be my knife. |
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