This sickness is consuming and terrifying to my soul. I try to breath but only choke on the oily slick putrid foulness of it. Words are empty without a promise to back. I am at a stalemate without a completion of my circle. I feel like a puppet on a string of fiery chains. Sharpened hooks dig deep into my heart to rip away the flesh. Not sure of love in this darkest hour that holds no real truth. Is the dream I wanted so far away and just out of my reach? I hear not your words of encouragement in my soul anymore.
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