The years that have passed, at a cyclone's pace
A messy-go-round, a tumultuous space.
Doors opened and closed, a dance without end
But the last one cut deep, the most brutal, my friend.
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Dark emotional void of mind is killing me...
Unrelenting shackles and sharp needles in heart hurts...
Can he hear their plea...
Or let chaos rain of unspoken thoughts...
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