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I only heard the sounds;

they were full of pain.

The collision, the clamber

and the clutter in my mind.

The holy trinity

was anything but divine.

I didn’t feel a thing

anymore. For I was used to

the constant gnawing.

Aren’t you?

You must function differently,

less inside your own mind, I trust.

But I rage within.

Against myself the most.

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