Your fate was sealed by the seeds of fear
Your mind had sown.
Your body had become numb.
A husk was once a vessel.
You became dead weight to yourself.
Or does the mirror lie?
Or has the loss of her fucking kept you here?
Grievances possesses the mind.
A mind that never sleeps.
It mutilates the wisdom.
Eradicates the peace.
Nothing is ever good enough, when nothing is ever good
Day in, day out.
The ritual of grief.

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