The Seed That Grew into The Abyss

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You’re the hand inside my hole

Everything about myself I loathe

You trampled my heart, tore my soul

Seeing all our old messages, I cant help myself but scroll

You said you adored me, but you left me, it took its toll

My vigor, it’s gone, my rigor, I’m done, all that you stole

Let me perform a stroll, repeatedly walking off a high knoll

I'm a broken mess of nullity, can never be a whole

I still lack the ability, sublimely, drown me near a shoal.

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